The private study of Crown Prince Jules in the Emerald Kingdom was currently functioning as the central command centre for their most delicate espionage operation to date. The heavy velvet curtains were drawn back to allow the bright afternoon sunlight to spill across the large oak desk. Scattered across the polished wood were several crude, broken metallic cogs and a few rusty iron springs. These were the fake mechanical components they had specifically requested from the Amber Kingdom, serving as the perfect, completely innocent cover story for their real objective.
Mana sat elegantly at the desk, her slender fingers carefully arranging the rusty gears inside a plain wooden crate. She wore a soft lavender dress today, her long dark hair cascading beautifully down her back.
