Wandering
Author: Cindy Chen
last update2025-03-08 17:04:39

Calen walked back to the inn with steady steps, though his mind was filled with countless possibilities. The night air felt colder—or maybe it was just the effect of the adrenaline slowly fading after his encounter with that woman. He had been lucky not to get killed tonight—but luck alone wouldn’t be enough to complete his mission.

He couldn’t be reckless.

Once he arrived at the inn, he went up to his room, locked the door, and dropped onto the bed. His eyes stared at the wooden ceiling above him, his thoughts racing.

That woman lived in the palace. That was the only certainty he had gained tonight.

But how could he sneak into the palace without drawing attention?

Calen closed his eyes, recalling the map of the city he had studied before coming to Rivermoore. The palace was located deep within the city, surrounded by high walls and heavily guarded. The main gate was always watched, and even the royal servants had to show their permits to enter and exit.

Sneaking in just like that? Im
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