Princess Shiva storms in from the market light, one hand clamped over a sealed letter, the other shoving the shop door shut behind her. Her braid is half-loosed, and her gaze snaps to the windows before it finds X Zavior.
Princess Shiva
Abandon the palace run. Now. The conspiracy is inside the inner sanctum.
She crosses the bright shop in two quick steps, breath ragged, and thrusts the letter toward X Zavior without letting it go. The duplicate guard tunic and the opened armor loom beside her like a plan already broken.
Princess Shiva
There is no safe timing left. Someone has turned my own house against me.
X Zavior
The seal is fresh. Whatever she found, it moved fast.
A hard beat of silence follows. Outside, the market stirs on, but inside X marks the spot, the blue-dusted cloth and hidden mechanism seem suddenly like bait rather than tools.
Princess Shiva
If we go to court at all, we go with caution, not with the costume.
Adapt to the collapse of the palace infiltration plan