Since there was nothing else she could do, she made a note of the guard changing schedule. And she waited. Every time she heard a scuffling noise, footsteps in the corridor, or any noise at all, she worried it was Gertal, come to take her away for her transgressions.
She barely slept, the night wearing on endlessly as she worried, kept up by visions of horrific torments that King Winstian would bring down on her if Gertal told him that she was up to something.
But no one came to get her. The moonlight made its way across the sky, like it always did. And after tossing and turning for hours, Lyria stood up. She crossed the room to one of the large windows which was unobscured by the tall trees that grew up around much of the castle. This time, rather than look down to the grounds, she look
