The Castle

"There is a possibility," he said slowly, "That it might have been...." If I tell her, there's a higher chance I live. But then she might see Eliza in there... But... I can't let this chance slip by. Eliza is resourceful, she'd be able to hide or pose as a servant... right? "The advisor. He has always envied my father and my throne."

"The King's council meets tonight. He will not return until well after midnight."

"Thank you for your aid, my Lady. This will not be forgotten."

Amos cursed his luck under his breath as he heard the footsteps returning. In hindsight, he should have really found a better place to conceal himself whilst indulging in his nasty habit of eavesdropping but he had to admit, learning that the crown prince had been accused of murdering his own father was rather surprising. The conspiracy within the walls? Not so much. It was always the same and his situation would have been a lot more favourable had he not just minded his own business. Damn it all.

Ah, maybe he should just extinguish the torch light and 'make a run for it'? It would be a lot easier than formulating a plausible reason for being in the castle itself when he clearly had no business there, especially so far down. That actually sounded like a somewhat decent plan of action...
Amos sighed, silently chanting in his mind as his eyes began to glow a bright gold before the entire area around them was cloaked in darkness.

He took that as an opportunity to run, not caring whether he went about it in the quietest way possible or not as his footsteps echoed against the stone walls that surrounded him. But he soon found himself facing his next problem since the guards had long returned to their station after his previous distraction.

Another explosion? Amos shook his head. No, the guards were suspicious enough from the last one. It was highly doubtful that they would all go trooping off after another loud noise since their last investigation had brought them to a dead end. As much as he enjoyed belittling others and playing them for fools, it wouldn't work twice on a castle guard... And the girl started following him... great. In a split second decision, he spun the way he had come from, grabbed the torch from the wall bracket and slipped on his best 'lost and somewhat confused' expression.

He laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. "I came to visit an old friend but I got helplessly lost... None of the castle guards are being too helpful either."

"The guards stationed at the front doors let me enter after they recognised me." He lied smoothly, making a mental note to alter their memories at a later date, especially before Jac could inquire further. "Of course, they were rather vague with directions so-" Amos gestured to himself. "Voila. Here I am."