Lugh needed to find Jeane the maid before he made his next move and questioned Isolde. He needed to confirm something.
However, the woman proved more elusive than he expected.
It was as if she had never even existed.
He stopped a maid in her tracks, catching her by surprise in the hallway.
"Where's Jeane?"
She recoiled slightly, half in fear, half in something approaching admiration.
"Who ar—"
"Where's Jeane."
He repeated, this time with patient, icy calm.
The young maid quickly composed herself. She'd never seen this person before, but judging by the color of his hair, flaxen, almost golden, he had to be one of the young masters who had come for the ball.
His eye color, however, gave her pause. Black sclera red pupils, it was strange and unnatural. But there were many things this family kept hidden, and she had long since learned not to ask questions.
"I don't know who Jeane is"
She replied softly.
