Madeline’s POV

I cold-cocked two of the guards who were roaming around the palace. Thank goodness that it was already dark, so it wouldn’t be hard for me to climb up the wall just like Prince Arthur and I did when we assassinated the king. I’m wearing black combat clothes, so I can blend in with the black evening. I tiptoed through the hallway of the palace, my posture and vision vigilant in case guards would notice me.

“I don’t intend to take care of the slaves. The citizens in the ...