The next night, I packed my bags of supplies and the Suriel's heart in a brown old worn down box. The odds were in my favor since this month was my turn to deliver to the palace of Hybern. I waited 6 long months which was more than enough time to plot out my plan and do my research about the goings and comings of the palace. I reached the musty edge of the land, with the salty air blowing through my face, calling me from Hybern to attain my victory. My innocent looks were advantageous to lure the guards of the ship to let me in. And my history of being the "good girl" would also trick him to not know what I had hidden in my bags of supplies.
"May I check your bags please?" One of the guards asked me as he held my arm to stop me from entering.
I say, "They're just wheat supplies, you see me every 6 months."
He gives me a look and takes his sword as I open my sacks. My heart beats louder when he checks the third bag, that was where I stored the Suriel's heart in between the layers of the refined white powder. He looks up and I give him a dead stare. He passes on to the other bags shifting his sword into the powders barely scratching halfway. Once he was done, he looked up and said, "You can go."
I found a place to sit comfortably among the other women in this section of the ship, leaning my head back to relax. Some of these women might be prostitutes, others might be deliverers of food, magical objects and hard to find products to the king. No matter what, they were all there to deliver something and bring a wage to their homes. Nobody seemed to be friendly enough to greet me. Most of them are having their sleepy heads relaxed, tired for the day. Others are talking amongst themselves in low voices. As the night falls deeper, I and my sore muscles with me drift away into sleep.