Spy Mission -a Noble-s: Maid- -final- By The Chu...

Elara didn't reach for her duster. Instead, her hand moved to the small, weighted blade hidden in her bodice. "Then why let me stay?"

He looked her in the eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Consider your mission a success, Little Maid. Now go, before the guards realize I’ve 'fainted' from the shock of your betrayal." Spy Mission -A Noble-s Maid- -Final- By The Chu...

Elara took the documents, the weight of the war-prevention strategy heavy in her hands. She gave a final, genuine curtsy—not to a master, but to a man who had chosen his country over his crown. "Thank you, Your Grace." Elara didn't reach for her duster

of this ending—perhaps make it more action-packed or focus more on a her hand moved to the small