Lost The Chance Again

Oriana was in the foyer, lingering near the pendulum clock while glancing at the grand staircase, waiting for the first signs of people leaving the prince's study. Arlan's meeting with the officials had been ongoing for more than an hour. 

'Why is their meeting taking longer than usual today?' 

She could only sigh helplessly, but in the end, she chose to wait outside the study, making small talk with the officials' subordinates standing outside. 

Her expression brightened the moment the officials came out of the study.

'His Highness is finally free!'

Oriana entered the study, only to witness Arlan standing up from his chair. "Get my coat. I am heading outside the palace."

He was ordering her to fetch the ordinary-looking coat meant for disguise.

"Anything the matter, Your Highness?" Oriana asked. 

"Hmm. Call Imbert in," was all he said, not sharing more information.