The moon shone brightly on the palace roof, the atmosphere was cool as soft breeze blew shaking the leaves of the plants inside the premises.
Only the footsteps of the guards were heard as they patrolled the vast compound.
The chief guard was not among the guards on the patrol, his job was to make sure that each shift lasted for three hours before another troops would take over.
He stood beside a pillar like a statue, his right finger rested on the handle of his sword which was on his waist.
His eyes scanned the entire front yard one more time before deciding to seat down and take a rest.
He was a human after all, not a log of wood.
He barely sat down when he noticed a feminine figure tiptoeing towards the lane which leads to the palace gate.
He decided to follow her.
He couldn’t see who she was because she was wearing a black cloak.
