Chapter 8

Haedon and Kyara spent the better part of the next few days cooped up in the squalid motel room, strategising over how to gain entry into Queen Imperiala’s palace.

Haedon was all for marching up to the entrance and demanding access but Kyara poured scorn on the preposterous idea.

“That’s such a silly suggestion, it doesn’t even deserve to be called a plan,” she said. “I don’t think you’ll be allowed to get within spitting distance of the palace.

While Kyara sat on her bed in deep thought, Haedon’s stomach rumbled. Time for a snack, he thought delightedly. He rummaged in the string bag where they kept their provisions. Food always helped him to think better. Disappointingly, he came up empty-handed.

“Kyara,” Haedon began, “we seem to have run out of food. Can I take a look in your bag to see if you’ve got any food?”

Getting no response from Kyara, who continued to stare into space, Haedon waved his hand impatiently in front of the girl’s face.

“Did you say something?” asked Kyara, comi
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