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Isabella took Sorosillian's hand in her own, giving it a reassuring squeeze. She did not like the plan any more than he did but she knew that causing another scene would not help and so she kept her opinions to herself, "Sure, I would like that." She said in response and slipped gingerly off the cart and to the grassy earth, waiting for him before she made her way over to the fire to make breakfast.

Jacob was barely asleep when Imail nudged him and so he immediately looked up, "Yes, alright." He replied sitting up and stretching out his limbs methodically. He could not believe what he and Imail intended to do today... if all went according to plan then the king would be dead.

Conner sat down next to his love and brushed his hair from his eyes, "Wake up, sleepy head." He muttered, yawning from lack of sleep. He had taken the full night shift to ensure that Jacob and Imail had enough sleep. He knew Sorosillian would have taken over for him but felt that both he and Isabella needed each others company.