"What the hell?" Kypho looked at Platt with utter shock as dread blasted in his chest. He was a spy and he knew that if Gordon had gone with Nora to the queen's chamber, he must have suspected something. But why didn't Gordon directly take her to the dungeons? Why did he take her to the queen's bedchamber?
Platt was sitting on the bed with his fingers stabbed in his hair. He was sure that Nora had stopped in the palace only because she had to attend to the queen and not because of anything else. She had been carrying out the spying activities successfully for so many years. How could she get caught so soon? He got up and began pacing his room. Sleep was the last thing in his mind. Or maybe he was overthinking.
"When will you go to the palace?" Kypho asked. "When is your duty?"
Platt didn't answer because his mind was too occupied.
"Platt!" Kypho growled.
"What?" he jumped.
,m "When are you going to the palace?" Kypho gritted.
"Tomorrow, early morning," Platt informed, rubbing his chest, as if trying to soothe the feeling of unease.
Platt grunted, but he didn't respond to their humiliation. He saved his energy to go inside and search for Nora. Or if he was lucky, he would find her in the kitchen or in the servant's quarters. If he found her there, he would simply fuck her senseless for making him worry about her.
Soon the line behind him grew larger. It was the time of change of duties. The guards started recording every entry in the palace. At the same time, every exit was also counted and registered.
As soon as Platt was inside, he rushed to the stable where he gave him horse to the stablemaster. Then he hurried to the station where the location of their duties was announced. The Commander under whom he was, was already standing on a raised dais in a training room that was adjacent to the stable. He held a scroll in his paper. When Platt reached him and marked his presence, the Commander gave him the orders, "Today you will be stationed at the first corridor of the royal wing for the whole day. Pick up your sword and spear and go!"
Platt bowed to the Commander. Today's orders couldn't have come at a better time. He needed to go to the royal wings in order to see Nora and here he was presented the best opportunity. "Calaman's horns!" he rasped as he picked up a sword and sheathed it. Then he picked up a spear from many that were stashed against the wall. "Here I come Nora!" he breathed and strode out of the training center.
There was no need to go by Kypho's plan now. According to his plan, he had to give weeds to a gardener and then kill him with his dagger, making it look like a murder under the influence of drugs. Then he would take advantage of the confusion and go to the royal wing.
Before he went to his station, he stopped at the kitchen. A few cooks were already there.
"Old Platt is here!" said one of them excitedly. "Are you hungry?"
"I was looking for Nora," he said, his chest panting.
"Nora?" The girl tilted her head with a frown. "But the last I saw her was taking the tea to the queen's chamber. After that she didn't come back."
"Twiny said she saw her coming out with Gordon," said another cook. "Unconscious."