Elaine peered her head through her door and looked left and right. A small group of servants were about to walk past so she ducked back inside for a moment to wait for them to pass.
After waiting an appropriate amount of time she peered out again. The coast was clear.
Elaine had a hunch and for some reason, she had to be sure of the hunch. Her body was forcing her to act even though she knew she shouldn't. If she was somehow caught, she would blame it on the drugs.
The perfect excuse.
Making her way through the palace she eventually found herself walking down a hall of statues. However as she was about to take a turn down the next hall, she suddenly heard a voice call out to her.
"Elaine?"
'Shit.' Elaine let out a long sigh before turning to see the last person she wanted to see right now.
"Dickon."
Her husband was accompanied by a small retinue of staffers who looked between one another at the sight of her in her short stola.
