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Weeks had passed before I could sleep somewhat soundly. The voice I had heard day 2 was only getting worse. Finding things to do during the day was just as tiring as actually doing them and the gourmet food was becoming a comfort to me. I realized after finishing my whole breakfast-enough-or-two this morning how much I was beginning to depend on the palace staff, all but enslaved to cook and clean. I found this particularly concerning, considering I could have been doomed to the same fate had the farm failed. These people serving me were my own race and financial class. They deserved a better life than serving a fraud like me. So that did it; it put my escape plans into action. Because yes, when you’re enjoying a life of luxury, you plan an emergency escape.

Finding the perfect moment was hard. Plans kept changing in the palace with events and such. Something big was being planned, but I had no clue what it was. Servants came in and out of my chambers, fitting a pretty midnight blue-colored dress into the perfect fit. I tried to remember every face and hoping they knew I didn’t want to make them do this. I also watched them go, feeling the pain of their struggles more than my own. One little girl reminded me of Mareyna and new grief filled me. How long had I let them suffer in prison while I enjoyed hearty meals and massive beds?

One girl saw my stare and smiled a little and turned back to her sewing. However, I didn’t miss when she “accidentally” dropped something behind the couch pillow. There was a metallic flash as the small object fell into the cushions. I didn’t get a chance to see what it was, she snatched it back when the guard moved closer. And the maid hurried away too fast for me to ask.

More days passed. Less people came to visit, or their interpretation of a visit. Finding time to think wasn’t hard until what I assumed was a week before the big event. My rooms were no longer getting cleaned twice a day because the public eye would not be there. The few times I was taken from my room, I saw the effect of the extra cleaning everywhere. Everything sparkled like diamonds and shone too bright. I was taken to meet the visitors. They were mostly dragons who carried a regal air about them as if it were for something special. Each new guest was more condescending and self-righteous than the last. The first couple days of this, I was greeted back to my rooms with a whirlwind of maids ready to do finishing touches on my dress. I never saw the young girl again.

As the week drew to a close, I was left in my rooms alone almost the entire day. It gave me more time to think, and plan. Managing to get some paper and ink, I mapped out what I knew of the town. Mapping how far my family was from me gave me the tiniest twinge of doubt, but I pushed it away and continued to plot. Whatever this event was, it was going to set my escape into motion.

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