Chapter 217

The Guardsman followed, the assassin escaping off the balcony. Sir Ruben was incredibly upset, standing there on the balcony wondering where the assassin escaped to in the darkness. Dior turned, rushing back through Roi's room to the bathroom. "Your Grace, are you harmed?" He asked. "I'm fine..." I sighed, my lungs still on fire. Dior had so much worry written deep in his eyes. He wanted to inspect me from head to toe but, out of respect, he couldn't. "How did this happen?" Sir Yole asked, not very pleased. "I don't know..." I shrugged, "I decided to take a bath, and next thing you know... I was being drowned by someone..." "I was standing post all day... No one got into the room!" Dior said. "What about, Roi's room?" Sir Ruben asked, having reutrned. "No... no one entered that room except for the housemaids..." Dior responded. "And the housemaids have these giant, carts that could conceal a person, need be." Another Knight added. It was a revelation to us all. "I'm starting to see my