>>6096044You wonder what rumors would start around the Capital if the princess was known to routinely sneak out of the castle. Where would they think you go? Perhaps to an unregulated dueling circuit? No, that’s where you’d want them to think you’d go, since that might be kind of cool as a rumor, most likely they’d think less of you due to the disilluion of your bethroval. Then there’s the fact you were the one kicked out of the Academy and not Herrman, the foreigner. So, of course, it must be your fault! Even though you were the one wrong, and everyone simply decided you’d be the one to pay for being cucked. Argh, the whole thing makes you so angry!
But at least it keeps you awake.
That’s the premise of your plan, of which you shared to Alyssa with secret messages and gestures also known as whispering. You are to return to your bed and pretend to sleep, the hard part being you can’t actually go to sleep. Granted, this is a bit more complicated than you thought, even if you aren’t all that tired. You slept for the entire day, after all. But your bed is just so comfortable compared to what you’ve been sleeping on that you just can’t help it. Though you did make sure not to sleep with any of your arsenal tonight so that helps in keeping you awake. After all, like any sane person, you find it rather difficult to sleep if you aren’t sharing your bed with a bladed instrument of death. Many women, especially those of noble birth, would agree with you. You’re certain.
But as you lose yourself in your mental fortress of memories and thoughts, Red doesn’t leave; she doesn’t leave for quite a while. She simply sits there with a small candle and reads her book as Alyssa sits beside her in complete silence. An hour passes, then two, and nothing seems to change. You’ve even woven a mix of illusion magic into your bed and sheets so you appear as a perfect sleeping doll even with your eyes open. It’s rather annoying, honestly. If you waste a night because Red has nothing better to do than guard you like some dog- Ah, she’s closed her book and snuffed out her candle. Perfect.
Then her eyes lock onto yours, less perfect, “Kid, you got five minutes before the royal guard gets here. I can’t be bothered anymore,” She says before making her way to your door and looking back, “Try not to get yourselves killed or whatever,” She yawns and then leaves.
Immediately, you jump out of bed and race to put on your day clothes, making certain to bring an extra shoulder cape this time. It stays in Alyssa’s bag though, she’s the servant here so she should carry your stuff. Then you grab a few things from your wardrobe, including
>What weapons would you like to take? 