The private chambers of Lady Jane were dark, lit only by a single candle flickering on a small table. But the room was not empty.
Jane entered, closing the door softly behind her. She didn't look at the figure standing in the shadows by the wardrobe. She walked straight to the window, pulling the heavy drapes shut to ensure no one could see in.
"You know what to do, right?" Jane asked, her voice low and devoid of warmth.
The figure stepped forward slightly, dressed in the simple clothes of a palace servant, their eyes were too sharp, their hands too callous for serving wine. They nodded once, a silent affirmation.
Jane turned to face the unknown person. Her face was hard in the candlelight.
"Make sure to tarnish her reputation," Jane ordered. " She would be gone from the Golden Swan tomorrow as she would be celebrating with the Grand Duke. Use her absence to strike."
She took a step closer, her eyes glittering.
