The Lost Heirs Vendetta

Chapter 45: A Fruitful Mission (Darians POV)

The door to Amoras room —much to my surprise— just creaked open. It was almost... easy. As if she wanted us to be here. No. There was no way she could really know our plans.

Much to my disappointment, it looked utterly normal. There seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary. I honestly don't even know what I was expecting. Maybe a group of assassins all waiting for their next command or a bunch of weapons hanging along the walls.

But, no. There was nothing in this room that would make me think that Amora was a sadistic murderer and it annoyed me.

Brock stepped in first and I peered up and down the hall for any witnesses before quietly slipping inside as well. The candles we brought with us did little to help illuminate anything but they were good enough.

Brock started walking to the right so I took off in the opposite direction and started on the left. The first thing I came to was a desk. One would assume that if she were communicating with anyone from the outside, her desk would be the first place she would hide any letters or pieces of paper that she wouldn't want anyone finding.

I opened all of the drawers and did find paper but it was all blank. There were a couple scribbles and much to my surprise, I found plenty of drawings. They were all people. I never knew she had such an interest in drawing. I guess even someone as evil as Amora can still find pleasure in something like drawing. I opened every single drawer in that desk and found nothing. When I was finished, I put everything back in the exact place that I found it and once I was satisfied with my work, I moved on.

The next thing I bumped into was a soft cushioned chair. I lifted up the cushion and also found nothing. Just a bunch of springs. Disappointment struck yet again.

I inspected the walls, under the carpet and inside drawers. Everytime, I came up empty. I was beginning to think that this was a bad idea.

I wondered if Brock found anything. Most likely not. If he had, I'm sure he would have said something by now. Unlike me, he took less care in being quiet. I could practically hear him from all the way across the room even though he was on carpet. I guess he wasn't as worried about getting caught as I was.

I finally approached a tall looking dresser that looked very similar to the one in the corner of Aleah's room. It took me a couple seconds of staring at it to realize that it was the same exact one. When I opened the doors, colors of all kinds popped right out into my face. Even though it was so dark, the vibrant colors of all her dresses stood out to me. Thin drawers were along the sides of the dressers going from top to bottom. I assumed this is where she kept things like pants or shirts if she ever got the chance to wear such things.

I remember how Aleah was so happy to be wearing pants that one time on our mission to the dungeons.

I shuffled through all of her dresses one by one. I lost count of how many there were inside and wondered how she managed to fit them all inside. Then the thought hit me. This is the same piece of furniture Aleah has and behind everything is a secret door that looks like it's a part of the dresser, but it's really a door that you can push open to a secret tunnel on the other side.

I pushed all the dresses behind and examined the back wall of the dresser closely. After looking for any sign of a door, I saw a thin line that went all the way from the bottom to about two feet from reaching the top. I traced the line with my finger and it perfectly outlined the shape of a door frame. I would have to remember this. Maybe someday it would be useful.

I drew my attention away from the door and started focusing on what was inside of the little drawers on the sides. The first few that I found at the bottom were all pants. Nothing was in there.

The top drawers were for shirts. I was on my tenth drawer of the dresser when I started losing all hope for us finding anything on this mission. I was about to close the door when I saw something strange sticking out from one of the folded shirts. I reached in and grabbed the shirt from out of the drawer. It looked like a piece of paper was stuck inside of it.

"Hey Brock?" I whispered but loud enough so that he could still hear me.

Moments later, he was by my side and examining the shirt I had in my hand.

"Look," I whisper, pulling the paper out of the shirt.

It was folded and the front said nothing. I bent down to the floor on my knees and set the candle down along with the shirt. Brock did the same.

I slowly started to unfold the paper, holding it near the light. Once it was fully opened, I started to read out loud.

"My Lady,

Everything is set up and ready for tomorrow. My team and I made sure the infrastructure of the building is weakened. We got rid of about half of the supporting beams but all were in places where they could not be seen so no suspicion would be raised for tomorrow. The building should now collapse easier. If things are to go to plan, I would estimate the building would collapse after about three minutes of fire.

Your humble servant,

S. S."

"Who's S. S?" Is the first thing Brock asks when I finish reading.

"I don't think the person who wrote the letter is who we should be thinking about right now," I say looking at him. "I think we should be worrying about the person that received it. Think about it Brock, and I know you might have a hard time with that since thinking is not something that you do often." Brock slaps my arm but I feel a smile tug my lips upward.

"Just spit it out," he says, irritation in his voice.

"Whoever received this letter clearly put thought into the attack on the bridge. They were planning on it happening. And who is the one person who just happened to leave right before the fire?"

I couldn't see the exact look on Brock's face, but I could feel the mood shifting around him. Like everything suddenly clicked into place.

"We have to get this back to everyone else," he suddenly says, finally breaking the silence between us.

I nod, which I realize he can't see and pick up the candle and the note. We swiftly make our way towards the door when I suddenly remember the shirt I left laying. I went back to put it back on the shelf before leaving and hoped that I didn't forget anything else.

I don't know where we were going. I didn't know if we were going back to Aleah's room or Brocks. I only followed.

My mind wouldn't slow. I kept thinking about all of the times it could have been Amora. How oddly she acted when we interrogated those prisoners in the throne room. Her violence towards Aleah all the time. And then, of course, how she just so happened to need to leave the church right before the fire.

If this not isn't evidence enough, I don't know what is. It was directly connecting her to whoever else was working for her.

Part of me wanted to track her down right now. I wanted to find her and make her tell me everything. But that would have to wait.

I would get my chance though, one way or another and when I do, the entire world will tremble before me and my queen.

I will ask Aleah to be with me forever and we will be unstoppable.