Henry van Booth entered the manor through the side hall, rain still clinging to his coat.
He looked around at the interiors of the manor, concealing the curiosity burning in his blue eyes.
So this is what it looks like from the inside, he thought to himself.
Servants bowed as he moved through the manor. Although their movements were correct, and their words polite, their smiles were fake. Their eyes betrayed what their mouths would not.
Contempt. That's what Henry felt from these maids and servants. Carefully concealed contempt.
A maid stepped aside to let him through, her lips curled upward. Her cold gaze lingered a second too long before she looked away.
In the corridor ahead, two stewards paused their conversation. One nodded his head with a faint smile. While the other did not even bother.
Henry continued on, thinking to himself in amusement:
