Sabrina walked casually into the servants' quarters with her hands clasped behind her back, two guards following closely behind her.
A wide, satisfied grin remained plastered across her face as she stepped into the long corridor.
The girls, who had been preparing to retire for the night, immediately turned to look at her.
Their eyes wide in surprise.
Sabrina was no longer wearing the plain, threadbare servant's clothes, instead, she was dressed like royalty.
Yet it was not her fine clothes that held their attention for long.
It was the two armed guards standing tall behind her.
The servants exchanged uncertain, worried glances as they wondered what was going on, as Sabrina slowly walked into the hall, her eyes drifting from one girl to another, a satisfied grin stretching her lips as she watched their shocked faces.
Her eyes moved through them and stopped at the end of the hallway.
