Chapter 10

Like a rabbit entering the lion’s den, Camilla poised herself. The feeling of pride and satisfaction for shutting him up and leaving him on the floor the other night, vanished into thin air. She doesn’t want to put her shoes on such slippery hell, but what’s done is done.

She turned the knob and peered inside.  With no sight of him, she fully entered the room. There weren’t much decorations—no artifacts, no trophies, nor flags—with only a few maps on the walls, seven chairs, a couple of books piled up neatly on shelves, and the biggest ovoid table she’d ever seen positioned at the center. There were golden and silver statuettes of two armies occupying half the table like a massive chessboard. The prince does like to keep things plain and simple she thought.

Camilla held one of the statuettes, she particularly chose a golden knight. She mused at the weight of a real gold, never in her life did she expect to see this much. The knight’s head slipped off from her ha