I arrived in my chamber, the air heavy with the scent of lavender.
With a swift move, I changed my outfit, slipping into a form-fitting ensemble that blended darkly into the shadows. I did this without my maid, Irene, who was dutifully attending to chores, unaware of my intentions.
I couldn't risk her discovering my plan, for the last thing I needed was her concern leading to a report to my father. Though I knew she cared for me deeply, her allegiance to him often overshadowed her affection.
I draped a black cloak over my shoulders that felt like a second skin, melding me with the impending twilight. My hair, usually cascading down my back, was tucked away, making me feel both unseen and powerful as I prepared for the night ahead.
A pang of guilt tugged at my heart as I thought of my father's anticipated disappointment.
