Imogen's POV
I sat on the side of my bed, swinging my legs and polishing my knife.
Connor's knife. The knife he'd given me.
This couldn't be happening. I wasn't really going to do this.
I brushed the knife against my skirts.
I was leaving. There was no way I could do this.
I stood up, shoved the knife under my bed, and looked around. The servents were in the hall, so I was alone.
I would have to leave soon.
It was 2am. Guards would be positioned around the castle, but they would be tired. That was good. I needed them to be tired.
The only problem was, I was tired too.
I grabbed a bag from my closet, then changed into the simplest clothes I had. After packing a few things for the road, I scrawled a quick note.
Jaron -
I'll come back. Im not leaving forever, and it's not your fault.
Love, Imogen.
It was short. It said nothing that needed to be said.
I hoped he would forgive me.
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THE FALSE PRINCE fan fiction: Spy
FanfictionImogen is involved in a plot far beyond her control Jaron doesn't know what to think about the oddities that have been happening at the castle.