Chapter 22 the Duke vs the Chief

Lady Denman told the maid outside to take Susan away. Susan then remembered that Lady Denman hadn't even read her sewing school diploma or recommendation letter.

"My dear, Duke Wilson and the Chief of the Praetorian Guard both recommended you. What more do you need? Even if you don't know how to thread a needle, it's no problem." said Lady Denman.

Susan's face turned pink. She curtsied awkwardly and stepped back, following the maid out of the room.

The young court maid, wearing a light yellow court dress, stared at Susan with unconcealed curiosity.

Susan kept her smile and waited a little longer. But the young court maid was still staring at her motionlessly. Susan could not help but speak, "Look, I also only have one head and two eyes, don't I?"

The court maid averted her gaze with some embarrassment and muttered, "You can't blame me for that. Those girls will kill me if I don't look at you carefully."

"What?" Susan was taken aback.

"The other court maids, of course." The young court maid started to lead Susan to walk along a long corridor.

She twisted her head and smiled at Susan while walking, "the Chief of the Praetorian Guard never takes care of any court maid or lady, not to mention a seamstress. No, I should say the Chief of the Praetorian Guard cares for no one but Her Majesty, so you are the first woman in this Court that the Chief of the Praetorian Guard has taken special care of. The court maids are curious to death, and they are sure to hound me for all kinds of details about you."

"I believe it was just a piece of cake for him to bring me in from outside the Palace gate." Susan was in a bit of a heavy mood. The idea of a triple-spy was taking her breath away a bit, and although so far that the Chief of the Praetorian Guard had not made such a request, Susan thought it was apparent.

Susan sighed secretly in her heart.

Then, she thought of something else and asked, "So, all the people know that the Chief helped me get the court seamstress job?"

"I'm afraid so," the court maid intoned briskly, leading the way as they now made their way through a big hall. "Half the court maids are obsessed with Duke Wilson, and the other half love the Praetorian Guard Chief. So this is the kind of thing that gets around the fastest, and you're a celebrity now."

Susan laughed awkwardly and asked again, "So which faction are you in? The Duke or the Chief of the Praetorian Guard?"

The court maid turned around and smiled shyly. "I like the Chief. He's so handsome. I've never seen any man look as beautiful as him."

Yes, yes, a beautiful man indeed. But after the era of filters and plastic surgery, Susan was somewhat immune to things like a beautiful man.

"Don't you think the chief is a bit frighteningly cold?" Susan said deliberately.

"Don't you think that's only charming?" the court maid replied cheerfully, "although Duke Wilson is also handsome, majestic and elegant, but I just like the good-looking and indifferent ones like the Praetorian Chief."

So, it's not a taboo in the silver moon kingdom for the women to like those ministers? Susan was a little surprised that the young court maid was not shy about talking about the looks of these high-rank officers of the country.

"So, which faction is more numerous?" Susan asked, half-jokingly.

"It's evenly split. I guess you like the chief too, right? After all, he did you a big favor today." The court maid sounded like she was happy that the Praetorian Guard chief's faction was one more member than the other.

Susan smiled ambiguously and thought glumly: It's a good thing the girls don't know I'm one of Duke Wilson's subordinates.

After the young maid led Susan up a long spinning staircase, Susan looked at the white stone walls around her. She realized she should already be in the Silvermoon Castle.

"Where are we going?" Susan asked.

"You have now passed the preliminary interview. After Lady Weber has seen you, if there are no accidents, you will be a member of Her Majesty's seamstress room."

While leading the way, the young maid introduced, "This is the Silvermoon Castle. The Queen's bedchamber is on the east side of the castle, and the dining room and parlor area are on the south side. The office on the north side, where the Queen's ladies, maids, court stewards, and seamstresses like you stay."

Susan struggled to absorb the information she heard. She didn't expect the court to be so big, and it took her so long to walk before she entered the main building of the palace, the Silvermoon Castle. If she didn't want to get lost here in the future, she would have to be careful to remember her way around.

The court maid led Susan to walk for about ten more minutes before stopping at an office door. The brown leather door was closed, and the room was silent.

Sunlight was reflected through the large stained glass windows on one side of the corridor, painting magnificent patterns on the white walls.