Ayda’s POV

It was surprisingly easy slipping out of the castle through the stable hand’s entrance in the undercroft. Likely, it was due to the door being ripped right off its hinges. Nicolette and I looked at each other, another sign of sabotage. This one, in particular, made four.

There had been evidence of tampering with the lock on the male servants’ side (a deadbolt of pure silver was fastening their double doors together, locking the men ...