“Hunt down the traitor, and bring them back to me alive.”

Sounded easy, right? I mean, how bad could it be? Finding a pathetic girl running around the streets? But then, that girl had almost killed her mother-in-law—the queen—so what did I know?

Of course, I hadn’t anticipated having this much trouble locating the girl. She was a princess, after all. Her name and face were plastered all over the kingdom. Everyone knew what she looked like.

And everyone knew she was a traitor. She’d attempted to poison her mother-in-law so she could seize the throne for herself.

Well, not if I had anything to say about it.

‘Course, it was bloody difficult to find the traitor when she was a master spy.