Kael
By midmorning, the fake nursery existed everywhere except in the castle.
On paper, it was real. There was a room number, a maintenance request, a linen order, a furniture inventory, and a schedule for preparing the space over the next three days. Anyone reading the file would assume Princess Ariella was being moved out of the king and queen’s private rooms and into a permanent nursery in the eastern residential wing.
Nothing about it was dramatic, which was exactly the point.
Salas stood beside my desk reading the final work order while I checked the permissions for the third time.
“You made it boring.”
“I worked very hard on that.”
“It is deeply boring.”
“Thank you.”
He handed the page back.
The fake nursery was listed as Room E-214, an empty guest chamber two corridors fro
