The night had been spent in a blur of beautiful room as Valorie's restless legs paced around the room, occasionally glancing at the dark indigo sky as the moon slowly descended and made way for the coming morning sun. She hadn't gotten any sleep, but she was far from tired, her mind still whirring with information and plans. Having retired to her room the previous night, after a rather tense dinner with the King and Council, she had sat down to process ll she had seen, which wasn't what she had really expected upon her arrival there. Years and years she had prepared for this assignment, learning every bit of history, politics, etiquette so she would always be 5 steps ahead of the royals, yet... The king had baffled her. She had known he was no where fit for rule, but his actions, the way that woman had been put away, all for nothing important... It only served to solidify her resolve. The Royal family needed to be removed from their reign of unfit power and order restored to a country who so badly needed it.
Sighing, the young woman ran her fingers through her hair, glancing up and out of the window, smiling slightly as she saw the sun beginning to peak over the land, painting it gold, and, just for a moment, Valorie could almost imagine that all was well, her kingdom flourishing, children and adults alike happy and full, none left for wanting. Yet, as the sun rose, it unveiled the truth, as a scene of dry and desolate landscape met her wistful gaze, and a sigh escaped her breast. She had a job to do, and the sooner it was done, the better off everyone would be.
Slowly she stood from the perch she had taken on the arm of an overstuffed couch of sorts and started unlacing the front of her billowy nightgown, her mind a million miles away, trying to figure out how she was to get close to William without raising alarm, at first he hadn't seemed like that hard of a shell to crack, but she had learned never to underestimate her opponents. This was to be a chess game of lethal proportions and she had not missed the glint of intelligence in the prince's eyes. No, he didn't know about the battle he had stepped into, but he was going to be a formidable adversary. Little did the prince know that Valorie could play chess like an old master.
At the sound of the soft voice, she started, ocean eyes flying wide, and then shook her head. "Oh, yes." She returned the call, her voice a mirror of the servant girl's, as femininity was less assuming, and she didn't want any one thinking she held secrets. "Do come in."