In that brief moment, a flood of thoughts raced through my head.
Was Dema part of the rebels? Someone with a grudge against Irenber, maybe? If she pulled out a knife, I'd have to shield His Highness.
She couldn't possibly be going for a blade, though — could she?
Dema seemed to have found what she was after, and straightened her clothes as she turned back around.
"My lady. There's something I need to give you."
I flinched back in alarm.
"My lady?"
Seeing how startled I was only startled Dema in turn. An awkward silence hung between the two of us for a moment.
Because of the great betrayal of my past life, my thoughts sometimes leapt straight to the worst extreme.
"It's a document, my lady."
Just as Dema said, what she held in her hand was a rolled-up document.
"I was told it must never, ever be…
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