I waited until after midnight.
Lucian had been busy with his commanders all the day, preparing for the meeting. I knew, since the entire west wing had been burning for more than the usual amount of time, and warriors had been coming and going from the strategy hall for hours.
This allowed me time enough.
Enough distraction.
Enough chance.
I put a dark shawl around my shoulders and went quietly out of my room. Outside the corridor there was no one apart from the two guards further along. They had become accustomed to me strolling the halls at an odd hour; and I knew just when they were shifting their focus.
I walked very quietly initially, on the dark side of the corridor, and then headed towards the inner wing.
The residence of the child.
The location that Lucian had rubbed out in
