Chapter 11

"I doubt the King will notice, and if he does, send him to me," I inform, watching as she becomes a bit more comfortable. Two hundred year old vase gone to the trash, why would you keep such an expensive vase by the archway of a balcony? Oh, right, it's probably the most basic one around here. Another two hours are spent walking around, following the moonlight throughout the castle as I make my way to the throne room, the doors shut as two guards make sure it stays locked. In the throne room, about eleven maids are sweeping, mopping, dusting, polishing, and other crazy cleaning things as they work through the night, trying to not make a single sound. "Lady Lyra," a voice calls out, one from behind. Turning around, I raise an eyebrow, looking at the middle-aged male, one who wears some weird uniform. A navy blue uniform, pants that are tucked into boots and a shirt, one that looks more like a military one, the material thick. "I'm to escort you to the Silver To