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There's a special kind of frenetic energy in the Royal Palace tonight. The King and Queen's retainers are split between preparing for the Progress or the journey to Pirate's Swoop and the diplomatic reception to be held in the Golden Ballroom in one hour's time.
Therefore it should be of no surprise to anyone that Alanna is slinking down a less-traveled corridor, taking a very convoluted route to the courtyard and the fencing yards beyond.
She's entirely too restless to stay indoors this evening, let alone be diplomatic, with the current atmosphere. Saying goodbye to Jon can wait until morning. Maybe she'll even wake him up. That's always fun.
Boots in hand, she ducks into a curtained alcove as two servants hurry past, then sneaks toward the north service staircase. Not far now. She can almost feel the night breeze on her face.
Therefore it should be of no surprise to anyone that Alanna is slinking down a less-traveled corridor, taking a very convoluted route to the courtyard and the fencing yards beyond.
She's entirely too restless to stay indoors this evening, let alone be diplomatic, with the current atmosphere. Saying goodbye to Jon can wait until morning. Maybe she'll even wake him up. That's always fun.
Boots in hand, she ducks into a curtained alcove as two servants hurry past, then sneaks toward the north service staircase. Not far now. She can almost feel the night breeze on her face.