"Review the camera footage," Nnenna said, turning away from the unconscious girl. "And search the castle for my personal maid."
There was a hint of worry in her voice she didn't bother to hide. The poor girl might already be dead, and the thought made her stomach twist.
"Also, lock down the castle," Arthur added, his tone sharp with command. "Full security sweep. Every guard, every servant—no one leaves until they're cleared."
"Yes, Princess. Yes, Prince Arthur," the guards answered in unison before moving swiftly to their assigned tasks.
The hallway fell silent again, leaving only the sound of boots fading down the corridor.
"Little Sweetie would've been a much better option," Nnenna suddenly said.
"Option?" Arthur raised a brow.
"For the person in charge of my affairs," she explained. "I mean, she's strong and smart."
Arthur sighed, patient with her as always. "Little Sweetie is strong enough to rank as a Sergeant Major. She can't exactly play maid."
