Page 49 of Stolen Crown


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Chapter 12: Fiona

“This was a mistake,” Orla said, pacing the room with anxious steps. I had never seen her like this.

“Trust me,” I said. “This will work. And once I find the location of the prison and Kieran saves them, it won’t matter.”

“What if they find out about our interference in Padraig’s mind before all that?” Orla asked, spinning around to face me. Her face was contorted with irritation.

It made me feel guilty. If we were to be caught because of this, it would be all my fault. I was the one who forced her hand by pushing Padraig until she was compelled to intervene.

But we needed to act quickly and it wasn’t like Orla had a better plan.

“They won’t,” I replied.

“If they do,” Orla said. “You are putting Prince Kieran in danger. Lugh might catch him when he goes to the prison. Did you think about that?”

“I have,” I replied, meeting her gaze.

She seemed surprised.

“What?” I asked. “You think I don’t know how dangerous this is? Believe me, I do. But we have no other choice. If you have a better idea, please, share it.”

Orla’s posture relaxed. “I don’t.”

“Good,” I replied. “If you have no ideas, please help me make sure this one works, instead of complaining.”

She seemed taken aback.

“Yes, princess,” she replied.

I did not like her formal tone, but if that was what she needed to follow my plan, I wasn’t going to object to it.

“What’s in that?” Orla asked, gesturing at the small package I had neatly wrapped like a gift.

“Nothing,” I replied. “Just a gold necklace with a note in case Padraig gets too curious.”

“Are you going to give Lugh a necklace?” Orla asked.

“No,” I replied. “I won’t leave a trace in his room.”

“Won’t Padraig get suspicious?” she asked, cocking her head.

She was still trying to poke holes in my plan, but at least now, her questions were somewhat constructive. I appreciated the help.

“I was thinking,” I said. “I will ask Padraig to let me in without him accompanying me. You might help me with that, but I think I can convince him using only my powers. Lady Queill is less likely to catch on my interference than yours. Then, I will go into Lugh’s room, and search it. When I leave, I will hide the gift wrap. Padraig will not go to Lugh and ask him if he liked his gift.”

“What if he does?” Orla asked.

“He will not,” I replied. “He is a simple soldier. He would not dare talk to Lugh about that.”

“What if he does?” Orla pushed.

“We can make him forget about tonight, can we not?” I asked again.

“That will surely attract Lady Queill’s attention,” Orla replied.

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