Lena's POV
I found out about the meeting the way I found out about most things. Not directly. Not because someone told me. But through the accumulation of small details that added up to something I was not meant to know.
The servant who escorted Kaelen. I saw her leaving the lower corridor at an hour when she had no business being there. Her clothes were wrong for that part of the palace. Her shoes were wet, like she had been outside. She did not look at me when I passed. She looked at the floor. That was the first thing.
A corridor I recognised. The east wing. The one closest to the old servant passages, the ones no one used anymore. I had used them myself, back when I was the bridge. Back when I was necessary.
A door I had used myself. The one at the end of the corridor, the one that led to the small room where confidential conversations happened. I had stood outside that door many times, waiting, watching, making sure no one interrupted.
