Oswald escaped. At least, that's how he considered his slow walk toward freedom, a place where he was unloaded from his mission.
He looked at the guards from up above, a thin smile decorating his lips. Even behind the door, he could hear the queen's breath lessen, he knew she was calming down despite the sudden assault. She was looking at her new world, discovering the smallest wonders around her, the true perfume hovering out of her tea and how sweet was the cake she pecked at until now.
'Soon, very soon she would find the biggest mirror of the palace to look at herself.' He thought, not daring to accelerate one bit. He was certain of his victory.
'Why have the Vatican go against the royals if I can have an entire country go against the Vatican?' He thought, refraining from rubbing his hands in contemplation.
