Katelyn glided out of the royal parlor with measured steps. Her observant gaze swept across her surroundings. Despite the network of surveillance cameras and the uniformed sentries positioned throughout, Katelyn’s trained eye immediately identified vulnerabilities in their security. She realized that a well-timed breach of the monitoring system, when the guards were at their shift change, would allow her to move unnoticed past these watchful eyes.
Katelyn moved casually through the palace, drifting toward the garden with subtle purpose. Her exceptional memory had never failed her, and she knew with certainty this area housed the person she sought. She maintained a prudent distance, settling herself on the garden veranda where she could unobtrusively monitor the direction of the detention area.
This time, Katelyn noticed the absence of any commotion from the prisoner. An unusual quiet blanketed the area. Yet she clearly perceived the increased militant presence guarding the perimeter—significantly stronger than during her previous visit. Evidently, her past activities had triggered enhanced security measures. These adversaries were proving more resourceful than anticipated.
At this moment, Ryanna approached from across the garden. Upon spotting Katelyn, she paused briefly before walking toward her with composed grace.
A subtle smile touched her lips. “Miss Bailey, why are you here?” After all, she hadn’t extended an invitation to Katelyn.
Katelyn received Ryanna’s appearance without surprise. With natural poise, she returned the smile and explained, “Today is the first day Ashlyn has come to the palace to report for duty, and I came with her.” Ryanna carefully studied Katelyn…
Whose collected demeanor suggested honesty. Besides, such details could be easily verified, making deception pointless.
Ryanna joined Katelyn on the bench and asked with measured curiosity, “Then why are you here?”
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As she spoke, she lifted the teacup a servant had placed before her, taking a light sip while waiting patiently for Katelyn’s response.
Katelyn recognized the probing nature behind Ryanna’s seemingly casual question. The faint smile on her face remained unchanged as she explained, “It was too stuffy inside, so I wanted to come out for some fresh air. I guess I drank too much beer with my friends during the barbecue last night, and I feel a little uncomfortable today.” As she spoke, she lifted her hand to her forehead, pressing her fingers gently against her forehead with a subtle wince. She looked like she was really uncomfortable.
A flicker of interest illuminated Ryanna’s eyes as she leaned forward slightly. “You had a barbecue and drinks last night? That sounds delightful—I’d love to experience something like that.”
After voicing this thought, realization dawned on her face as she recognized the informal nature of her remark. She offered a self-conscious laugh. “The palace dietary regimen is rather inflexible. I’ve always envied that sort of carefree living.”
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