I pass another two days plotting during the night and slumbering under the last sun rays during the day.
The maids leave me some space, seeing that I'm doing literally nothing all the time. I'll have to make something about them, and I'm starting to see a way to deal with my disloyal servants.
Last night, I chose a few jewels, and I hid them with the wine. I've prepared a bag and a dark mantle. It was the most I could do, for now. I can't keep food, since I don't know if and when I'll escape, but I'm ready for every scenario.
I already expect the Duke to see through my actions, as he did several times in the past. Still, I can't let this stop me. I have at least to try and reap any benefit.
When Patricia walks to me, I lift my eyebrow confused. I've just finished undressing, so she should be getting out.
«His grace, the Duke, is asking to see you,» she informs me.
«Now?»
