Spy Mission A Noble's Maid - Guide

“He cannot do this,” Lady Ashworth hissed. “Tell Harrow I have the cipher. The trade happens at the winter fair, or I go to the Crown myself.”

Behind that wall, she guessed, was a safe. And behind that safe, the cipher.

That evening, as she served wine to Harrow and his guests, she let her gaze drift to the painting above the fireplace. A family crest—Harrow’s—with a motto in old tongue. Beneath it, a tiny, almost invisible seam in the wallpaper. spy mission a noble's maid guide

Mira was turning down the guest bedroom’s sheets when Lady Ashworth arrived unannounced. A furious, beautiful woman with diamonds at her throat and a letter clutched in her gloved hand. Mira froze behind the dressing screen, heart hammering.

She set down the wine pitcher and curtsied, a perfect, forgettable maid. “He cannot do this,” Lady Ashworth hissed

But the real prize came on the twelfth day.

The door slammed. Mira held her breath for a full minute after the footsteps faded. Then she slipped out, re-tucked the already-tucked sheets, and carried her basket of linens down to the laundry. There, she palmed a stub of charcoal and wrote on a scrap of cloth: And behind that safe, the cipher

Lord Harrow’s voice, smooth as poisoned honey: “You’ll do no such thing, my dear. Remember who has your son.”