Days later, Emilia remained in the shelter of her room, refusing to see anyone most especially that lying bastard Octavius. She didn’t care what he did anymore, he could go back to his mistress for all she cared, after all, she was the best thing he ever had. She waited day after day for an opportunity to escape and it provided itself when messages of razed fields and stolen crops got to the palace. Octavius was busy dealing with the new disturbance so she used her chance while she had it. Once night fell on the tenth day Emilia got up, wincing slightly as pain shot through her bruised side, she pulled her trunk, took it by the brass sides and lifted it. It was a bit heavy but she managed to heave it to her chest. She got to the door and pulled clumsily at the brass knob to open the door. The door opened to the dimly lit passage, it was empty, the guards
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