My attention was caught by a noise outside. "Hera, what was that?" I asked my lady-in-waiting.
"The council is discussing the drought uprising in the capital, Your Imperial Highness," she sighs.
"I want to go to the capital," I said.
"That is impossible, Your Imperial Highness. The crown prince strictly ordered the guards not to let you out," Hera said.
I put down the mirror and walked to the window. I opened it a little so I could hear them better.
"Please, what can we do?" one of them said, "we need to send them more food."
"Yes," said another, "we ran out of grain."
"We must send out some people to get grains," suggested a third voice.
"If we don’t act, this will cause a revolt, Your Imperial Highness." One of the council told the crown prince.
I decided to sneak out of the pal
