The guard who had just left from his stand-point was Fearghal; a knight. The one who had just come to whisper some wordings privately to the man must have had some reason for doing so but Agatha did not know this.
She watched them communicating in codes and soon began to walk away from the entrance to the King's study place.
The Princess kept her eyes away and turned her back to the route they took in dismissing from that place amid placing her handkerchief on her face just enough to cover the bridge of her nose all the way down to her cherry red lips.
They left.
"Now that I have my chance it wouldn't do for me to waste the time. Hmpht!" Agatha mumbled beneath her Kerchief and began to walk determinedly towards the lonely door.
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