The words for Sir Juno hung heavy in the air.
Christina's eyes widened. "W-What?"
Shennong didn't react. Not visibly, at least. He met Juno's gaze without flinching, emerald eyes as unreadable as ever.
"I already told you, my lord." he said softly. "My name is Shennong."
Juno smiled, but it wasn't a friendly one.
"And that's all? A name?"
"That's all you need, isn't it?" Shennong tilted his head slightly. "A servant's name. Otherwise this servant wouldn't have anything to say, my lord."
Juno's expression darkened.
"Is that so," he said slowly. "A handsome young man appeared out of nowhere in the city. Stayed in a tavern and worked there with a sister who looks nothing likes him. Then used the contacts and reached Lady Cassandra and won her favour. As soon as you appeared, Lord Jamie got sick. Are all these coincidence?"
Christina's heart began to race. She glanced between the two, confused and uneasy.
