*Note this all takes place like 150 years ago*

"My lady, I have word that they strike tonight."

"Tell the people to remain calm."

"What I do- is for my people. And if I perish, I perish."

Zach PoV

"Everything's set up for tonight, sir."

I looked up from my table to nod (and smirk) at my messenger. I resumed my breakfast but Grant lifted up his wine glass and say "To an easy victory this week!"

There was cheering to my friend's toast. Lunch resumed and no one was worried about how thing's were going to start tonight.

``Mousier Goode would like to meet Mademoiselle Morgan."

I walked into the foyer of the castle. There, stood a lady of striking beauty.

"Mr. Goode how pleasant it is to meet you." She said holding out a hand. I took it and kissed it.

"I have never seen a lady of more striking beauty than you, Madame." I told her as we walked to a sitting room.

And so, the small talk, my part in the distraction and infiltration began.