Misa crept, forcing her way through the biting chill of the early morning. She reached the top of the staircase and knew that she would be seen no matter what she did from there.
Straightening her posture, she paused to assess the magic that had instilled in her overnight. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to rattle the chest. Misa decided it’d be best to keep her time away from Royle short. She quickened her pace, her footsteps unnaturally loud against the still air.
She bypassed guards and officers standing watch outside each door. Misa reached into her memory, counting the doors from her chamber and stopped at the fifth. The guards stiffened at her presence.
The one with a scar running through his brow addressed her, and Misa couldn’t help noticing the way his beard j
