Kael spent hours observing the Imperial Palace, hidden in the shadows of the streets, his eyes fixed on the great illuminated windows of the throne. He analyzed every movement, every change in the guards and servants that hurried past the vast building. Solaria was a city of glitter and opulence, but also of implacable rigidity. The golden glow of the reflected light in the palace seemed to hide the true intentions behind King Helios' gestures and words. Kael knew that nothing here was what it seemed.
As the night wore on and the moon rose higher, Kael decided it was time to act. He moved silently away from the main street, heading for the less guarded side of the palace. His movements were impeccable, a reflection of years of experience and training. He knew that the prisoner needed to be "invited" to speak, and in the world he lived in, invitations were not always polite.
