Maid Guide — Spy Mission A Noble's

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.

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

That was how Elara—now Mira—found herself kneeling on a cold flagstone floor, a coarse linen apron over her grey dress, receiving her first lesson from the Head Maid, a severe woman named Cora. Mira was turning down the guest bedroom’s sheets

Behind that wall, she guessed, was a safe. And behind that safe, the cipher. That evening, as she served wine to Harrow

The east wing was Harrow’s private domain. No servants except his personal valet, a man named Finch with a twitchy smile and eyes that watched too closely. The wine cellar had a second entrance behind a false barrel—she’d felt the draft. And the library’s third bookshelf from the window was actually a door, judging by the scuff marks on the floor.

“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.”