The spy ran through the palace grounds, practically falling over himself with every third step he took. He looked like he was being chased by something wild, but the smile on his face made it obvious that he was the one chasing.
He was chasing his dreams.
Every single person he passed would stop for a few seconds to see the madman run past them. It was a sight to behold.
His hands and legs were flailing around as he ran, and insanity was obvious on his face. No one wanted to stop him. It looked like he would run whoever stopped him over without any consideration for their, or his, life and death.
The guards had their mouths wide open, just stunned by the wild man running past them. It wasn't normal to see people running in the palace.
None of them wanted to stop him to make sure that he was supposed to be there.
