I look around me. Trying to find any guard around. My eyes shine when I see a young man, probably sixteen years of age, walking in an awkward manner. He is wearing a guard's uniform. It looks like he is one of the newly hired guards in the Kingdom.
I smirk and look at the guard—a perfect person for my plan.
I walk toward him and block his way. The young guard immediately looks up, and his eyes widen when he recognizes who I am.
He bows his head clumsily. "Dame Csille! Apologies, I didn't know—"
I shake my head and interrupt his words. "Can you do me a favor?"
The guards immediately look up at me and frown. "Dame Csille?"
