Three days left.
Draven woke up alone. Bed cold. RUSTLE. Sheets tangled.
Morning light through windows. WHOOSH. Wind outside.
Three more days until Aldric ran. Until the trap snapped shut.
Everything was ready. Soldiers positioned. Lyra tracking. Evidence gathered.
Now. Just waiting.
Worst part of any plan. The fucking waiting.
System: 3 days Host
Almost time
You ready? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Yeah. He was ready.
Draven got up. Got dressed. RUSTLE RUSTLE. Black shirt. Dark pants. Simple. Functional.
Downstairs. TAP TAP TAP.
Kitchen smells. Bacon. Coffee. SIZZLE SIZZLE.
Mara sat at the table. Reading reports. "Morning."
"Morning. Lyra check in?"
"Yeah. Hour ago." Mara pushed a paper across. "Aldric's still at the palace he Hasn't moved he has Maintaining normal routine."
Good. Meant he didn't suspect.
"And the soldiers?"
"All are positioned perfectly Eastern route Duke Valerius has confirmed it himself this morning." Mara sipped coffee. GLUG. "We're all set."
