Wilmore was awake, he had changed clothes, wearing a silver uniform with flower needleworks. He was prepared to talk to Luna properly, like a regular man that he had a far way to become, acting to get to know her.
He was standing in front of the window, the sky was obtaining light, while the lights of the lanterns were dead as the oil was already burned to the last drop.
His hand was wrung back him. Huxley came to him, fixing his sheath belt, he was wearing casual clothes, like the rest of the men in Bolingtone but he hid his hair under a cloth and a mask was around his neck.
"Are you ready?"
Asked the prince.
"I am, I will bring a witness tonight."
"My mother wouldn't let us understand what she was doing in Greenwood. Find out any evidence you can and make sure you leave no witness for your discoveries. I will join you tonight."
Hux nodded, emerging by his side, his eyes sparkled.
"Should I catch the Queen's eunuch?"
