No one can help me

​ In the days that followed, I did my best to act as if nothing had happened in front of Alpha Devon. I was his good girl again. I would wait quietly in my room for his return, and kiss him good-bye each time he left. At night, I lay in bed with him, just sleeping, no sex. It was as if we had gone back to the way things used to be. Little did he know that it was all just a ploy to deceive him. Only by lulling him into a sense of security could I do what I needed to do. One night he received another order from the king to attend an emergency council. I knew this was my chance. After he left the room, I changed into a grey tracksuit and slipped out of the house. The guard on duty took no notice of me-I had chosen to sneak out during their shift change, when the post was deserted. In my pocket was a hand-drawn, simplified map of the palace, surreptitiously drawn for me by Mary. Over the past few days, while Alpha Devon was out, I had asked the maid who delivered meals to pass a message to