I leaned against a tree just outside the guest dormitory, arms crossed, watching as three figures emerged—Princess Sara, her knight Lannete, and Cassandra whom I'd brought here not long ago for this very purpose.
Good. Everything went smoothly.
A quiet satisfaction settled in my chest. The plan had been a bit risky, but necessary.
Earlier, I'd overheard that the prince had been summoned by the academy staff—some urgent matter about his departure tomorrow.
I realized he was being restless. And thought about what to do. And finally found a way.
With him gone, and Lannete having "driven off" the remaining guards (thanks to a little persuasion on my part - disguised as a message from Cassandra), the path had been clear.
Cassandra herself was the final piece.
I'd rushed to town as soon as I heard the princess and prince were leaving the next day.
