Florian watched her eyes carefully.
Not her smile.
Her eyes.
"They told me she might still be working here," Florian added gently, as if the question meant nothing.
"Oh no," Elianna replied, shaking her head slightly. "I sent her a letter some time ago. I wanted her to return to me permanently as my personal maid."
She gave a small, almost amused breath.
"I was under the impression she left for the Diamond Palace. I assumed she accepted a position there."
Silence stretched between them.
'Diamond Palace?' Florian repeated inwardly. 'But she never arrived.'
And from everything he had been told, Farah had made it here.
At least, she was supposed to have.
"So you haven't seen her recently?" he asked carefully, keeping his tone light.
"I have not," Elianna answered without hesitation.
It came too easily.
Too smoothly.
Or maybe he was just imagining it.
'Is she lying?' Florian wondered. 'Or does she genuinely not know?'
If Elianna was telling the truth, then Farah hadn't stayed here.
And she hadn't reached the palace either.
Which meant only one thing.
She disappeared somewhere in between.
Florian forced a polite smile, though it felt tight on his face.
"Thank you," he said. "I will let my maids know."
Elianna inclined her head. "Please do."
Her gaze lingered on him for a second longer than necessary.
"Rest well, Prince Florian."
Then she turned and left.
The two maids followed immediately.
The door shut with a soft click.
The room felt quieter after that.
Heavier.
Florian stood there for a moment, staring at the closed door.
But he didn't have the luxury of standing still.
"Cindy…"
"Yes, Your Highness?" Cindy replied brightly, as if her face hadn't tightened just moments ago at the mention of Farah.
Florian resisted the urge to narrow his eyes.
He debated asking her directly.
Right now.
'If I ask her now, there's a small chance she'll tell me something,' he thought.
Cindy stood there smiling, head tilted slightly, waiting.
"Your Highness?"
'But there's a bigger chance she'll dodge the question,' Florian continued inwardly. 'And if she tells Juno I've been asking about Farrah…'
That would shut every door in this manor.
He still didn't even know why Elara had sent him here.
He needed freedom. Space. The ability to move without being watched too closely.
Pushing too hard, too early would ruin that.
So he let it go.
For now.
"Nothing," Florian said lightly, offering a small smile. "You mentioned you had something to ask me earlier?"
Cindy blinked.
"Oh… oh."
The first 'oh' came out cheerful, almost relieved.
The second was quieter.
Her expression shifted again, the brightness dimming as seriousness crept back in.
"Uh, hmm. Well…"
Cindy suddenly looked like she'd forgotten how to speak.
Her hands fidgeted with the edge of her apron. She glanced at the door, then at the window, then back at Florian. For once, she wasn't bouncing or smiling.
She just looked… nervous.
"Okay," she said quickly, then stopped. "I hope you don't mind me asking. It's just… very personal."
Florian straightened slightly.
'I'm not going to like this,' he thought.
"I've seen people with similar symptoms as yours," Cindy continued, words tumbling over each other. "And I'm not sure if I mentioned this before, but I've heard about your… unique biology."
Florian's eyes widened.
His biology.
That wasn't something most people dared to mention out loud.
Cindy took a deep breath. Then another. She shook her hands as if trying to gather courage.


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