The veil of night descended from above. Only the hooting of an owl could be heard, along with the footsteps of knights patrolling the palace corridors.
Cyn was walking freely. At least within the palace walls, he had the freedom to roam—unlike outside.
The scar of pride asked him,
"What's with that person?! Doesn't he work for you? Why didn't he want to help you leave the palace?"
Cyn replied,
"Oh, Kassal? He's just being careful not to draw suspicion or get us into trouble, so he refused. Even though we could do many things outside the palace, inside it we're practically confined!"
The scar mocked him,
"You possess me now! You can escape the palace and never return. I'll make some changes—no one will recognize you! I doubt they'd even care about you. You're nothing but a man who beds the king's wives. Whether you escape or not means nothing to them. And by their logic, you'd be the one losing in this equation!"
Cyn laughed inwardly.
If only things were that simple.
