She rose from her chair and moved towards the door, turned and took a quick look around the room. Nothing had changed; her father was stood to the right and slightly behind a large chair, a stern expression on his face. She took note of where the exits were; there were several practice dummies arranged around the room, simulating courtiers, and another mirroring her father's position behind the throne.
A short interlude chapter this week, as Anila receives further orders.
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