Rosina followed the trail that she usually traveled with the carriage. Her hand held her heels while running as fast as she could to reach the cabin. After a few minutes, she could smell Draco's scent from afar.
"I was right!" Rosina exclaimed between heavy breaths, but then she smelled something else. A scent that didn't belong to any of Draco's servants. She had memorized and familiarized the aromas of the servants and the guards lurking in the Palace walls.
"Who might it be?" Rosina whispered before hiding behind the tree to observe. The carriage was there, and the coachman was sleeping on the ground. The cabin had candles lit inside, and she saw Draco's figure in the window.
"Wait… Is he— " Rosina scoffed before quietly stepping toward the cabin without waking up the coachman. She walked to the back portion of the house so they wouldn't notice her presence, but then she realized what she was doing.
