8: The Art of Survival

The days that followed were a blur of tense court gatherings, elaborate feasts, and late nights spent trying to decipher the web of intrigue that surrounded King Kael's court. Alina knew that she was being watched from every corner, every shadow. The nobles were like wolves circling their prey, waiting for her to stumble so they could tear her apart. But she would not give them the satisfaction.

In her chambers, Alina pored over scrolls and maps of the kingdom, attempting to familiarize herself with the political landscape of Castary. If she was to survive, she needed to understand the power dynamics at play, especially those that kept Kael firmly in control. Yet, the more she studied, the more questions she had.

Her thoughts were interrupted one afternoon by a knock on her door. It was a soft, hesitant sound that contrasted sharply with the confident knocks she had grown accustomed to from the palace guards. "Enter," she called out, pushing aside the map she had been examining.

The door creaked open, revealing the young servant girl who had brought her breakfast on her first morning. The girl's hands were clenched around a piece of parchment, her eyes darting around as if afraid of being seen.

"What is it?" Alina asked, her curiosity piqued.

The servant girl glanced nervously over her shoulder before stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. She approached Alina with quick, light steps, her face pale and drawn. "Your Highness," she whispered urgently, "I—I have information that you might find useful."

Alina's pulse quickened. She had been searching for a way to gain an advantage, something she could use to ensure her survival. But she had to be careful. Information was a dangerous currency in Kael's court. "Speak," Alina said, keeping her tone neutral.

The girl's voice dropped even lower. "There are those in the palace who wish to see you fail. They plan to spread false rumors to undermine your position, to make His Majesty doubt your loyalty."

Alina's eyes narrowed. "And why are you telling me this?" she asked, suspicion lacing her words. "What do you stand to gain?"

The servant girl bit her lip, glancing down at her hands. "I—I only wish to serve someone who has the power to protect me," she admitted. "This palace is full of vipers, Your Highness. If I can help you, perhaps you can protect me in return."

Alina studied the girl's face, searching for any sign of deceit. But all she saw was genuine fear. She nodded slowly. "Very well. I will remember your loyalty. Now, tell me more."