Chapter 14: Decree Of Royal Doom
Immediately after the dressmaker left Lydia’s room, she clutched the bundle in her hands and tiptoed out, her heart hammering. She prayed not to run into anyone. But just as she turned the corner, she bumped straight into Alexander.
The force made her stagger, and the note slipped from her fingers. Her face went pale. Alexander caught her by the shoulders to steady her and frowned.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" he asked, suspicious.
Lydia lowered her head, avoiding his gaze. "I have to deliver the queen’s dress," she stammered, not wanting to explain more.
Alexander grunted, stepping aside. "Then you must hurry."
Relief flooded her, and she almost dashed off, but his voice stopped her.
"Wait," he said, bending down.
She froze, her heart skipping a beat. He picked up the note. She could feel her stomach twist as he glanced at it, but he didn’t seem interested, simply handing it back to her.
Her heart almost jumped out of her chest. If he had opened it...
To be fair, Alexander didn’t think much about it. He probably thought it was just some sewing measurements or a list of fabrics.
"Be careful next time," he muttered, turning away. "You wouldn’t want the queen to be kept waiting."