Kyra woke slowly, the sunlight creeping through the narrow window of the tavern room. She glanced at the stableboy still asleep beside her, his bare chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Her lips curled into a small, amused smirk as she quietly slipped out of bed, carefully collecting her clothes from the floor. She dressed herself with practiced ease, eyes scanning the room, making sure she left no trace of her presence. A few coins were placed on the bedside table, more than enough for his services.

Kyra then left the room and descended the stairs, her heels clicking sharply against the wooden floor. As she stepped out into the cool morning air, the bustling town square of Maidenpool caught her attention. A procession was taking place, banners flying high. The royal progress, she realized, they were visiting today!

She cursed herself and fixed her skirt. Her gaze lifted to see the royal banners fluttering in the breeze. Kyra's sharp eyes scanned the crowd until she spotted her family near the edge, watching the spectacle. She adjusted the dress of rich silks, smoothing the fabric as she walked over with an air of casual grace, her eyes flicking to the royal family as she drew closer to her relatives. Her brother shot her a glance knowing what she was up to, but didnt mention it as the royal family got out of their carriage. She and her family knelt as the king approached.