Getting inside the palace was relatively easier than Amula ever imagined to be. In fact whenever she thought of the palace concerning the shift society always thought that she would be taken in as a prisoner immediately. Perhaps the moment when she stepped onto the ground they would know.
But none of that happened.
Instead she just walked around the palace where she found the entrance and exit for the servants. With the old cloak that was on her and her dirty face no one suspected anything.
"Hey you!"
A harsh voice made her stiff and freeze on the spot. A hand gripped her elbow and turned her around harshly making her falter on her footing.
"Look at that face!" The woman who had turned her around gripped her chin equally hard as she had gripped her elbow.
