Sansa's pov
I checked the next tag for the room I was supposed to clean. Apparently, the guards had dropped the specific tags for each room among the cleaning equipment they had brought upstairs. These were for the top floor, and I assumed the remaining ones were meant for the lower floor.
I had already finished cleaning the third room on the top floor when I checked the next tag. The next room was farther down the hallway.
Unlike the bottom floor, this level had a curved corridor where the other rooms were situated.
I pushed my cleaning cart along the hallway. It was easy to move since it had rolling wheels.
After a short walk, I finally stopped in front of the fourth room and checked the tag again to confirm it was the one I was supposed to clean.
Just as I was about to knock, the door suddenly opened and someone brushed past me, making me stumble.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" I called after her.
She muttered a quick apology but didn't stop or turn back.
