The market place was still not as crowded as it will be in the later time of the day, for Amalia had arrived early, sitting at a table as she sipped on her ale with the hood of her cloak pulled over her head. She stared at the passerby's with a monotone face, her eyes still trained on them when she felt the presence of a second person coming to sit across from her at the table, their hood pulled over as well.
"Greetings to you, Princess Amalia. It has been a while."
"So it has." Amalia replied, eyes still staring at the distance. The person went on. "His Majesty lost touch after our communication had been breached. Am I to assume our mission has been compromised?"
Amalia chuckled despite herself, finally glancing at the person. "If it were, would I still be alive?"
Right.
"I see."
Turning back to the masses, Amalia replied. "The Empress found out. She found out Andrasia had been aiding the rebellion from the shadows."
The person tensed, eyes going wide. "Then-"
