Another spy.

Zane

After months of recuperation, my body had finally regained its strength. I stood before the mirror in my chambers, flexing my fingers, feeling the blood pulse through my veins, a renewed sense of vigor coursing through me. It was time to put the next phase of my plan into motion. I pulled the heavy velvet drapes aside, letting the early morning sun flood the room, a stark contrast to the darkness that had clouded my mind during my illness. The light felt like a baptism, a signal that I was ready to reclaim my place. I called for my most trusted lieutenant.

"Summon all our spies to the throne room," I instructed him, my voice firm and resolute. "It is time they received their next mission."

The lieutenant bowed swiftly, understanding the urgency in my tone, and hurried off to gather the covert operatives who had been instrumental in our intelligence network. I made my way to the throne room, my footsteps echoing through the grand hallways of the castle. Each step felt like a march