Chapter 21: The Plan

The House of Vagamor; South of the Realm

Olive's POV

Spying on my father's spy? I've never heard anything more absurd and unrealistic my entire life. Keeping the spy incarcerated in the dungeon, or outrightly killing him would save Orvyn the sweat of tending a venomous snake under his arm. This decision was so wrong in every sense, and I would have none of it.

"How do you plan on doing this?" I folded my across my chest. "My father is a vicious man who would stop at nothing to get what he wants. This spy is bad news, aren't you seeing that?" I brushed past him, and sat at the edge of the bed beside the stool that still had remnants of my breakfast on it.

The aroma of the pork and brown bread swam into my nostrils invitingly, but Orvyn was driving me crazy with his crazy plan, that I failed to succumb.

"Look," he strode to my side, and knelt between my knees, holding my hands. "I know you must think me a fool because of the plan, but listen to what I have to say first, will you?"

I rel