The Duke considers Kate's words and walks to the maid who's cleaning the carpet. He stops gazing at me in search of answers, maybe understanding that it was all a ploy.
«Were you the one that collected the food from the kitchen?» he asks in a cold tone.
The young girl lifts her head and stares at the Duke, frightened and trembling. Her eyes are wide opened and her fingers clenched on the rag she's using to clean up the mess. I can imagine the thoughts that are passing in her mind. I felt like her a couple of times until I suddenly realised that the Duke doesn't have ill intentions towards me.
It has been just a few days from the last time I thought I was going to die.
«I was one of the maids that did so, your grace,» she mutters, in a voice so low that I almost don't hear her.
«Did you get it directly from the cook?»
