Forty-Four

The palace was quiet as it was the last remaining weeks. Not one sound could be heard aside from tapping of shoes on polished tiles. The birds outside by the garden were still merrily tweeting their everyday tunes, the humming of the wind against the window pane was still as engaging as ever, and yet, Silas knew things were very much different.

It had been weeks since he last saw his consorts. It had been weeks since he had their blasting collars removed making everything as difficult as he has assumed it will be. He could easily sniff them out no problem, however, he’s having doubts on how that will turn out. They were probably angry with him, as one would expect. Not everyone appreciated it when they’re thrown in the streets with nothing but a few materials and the clothes on their back.

Releasing a deep sigh, Silas frowned and pinched the bridge of his nose. All were going according to plan. Everything was fine. Except, that’s just the problem. Everything was too fine. Not to mentio