Pushing past the displeased guard, Roze saluted and bowed in front of her commander. This was the first time she'd even been close to Octavius, let alone talk to him. Although she had joined his troops ever since the beginning - ever since that bastard Hadrian had shown up with his masses of soldiers - she had never really expected to do anything worthwhile, other than kill as many of those motherless sons of whores that followed Hadrian as she could possibly manage, before wounds or exhaustion take her. And yet, here she was, talking to the Commander, with potentially game-changing information for their side. And, oh what information it was. It really paid off how she could pretty much disappear in the shadows.
"Commander. While spying in the city, I managed to overhear talk between the guards. They were being rather generous with spouting out information through boasting. After a few drinks, they’d pretty much spilled where the Prince was being kept. He’s not in the prisons, like we first thought. Hadrian’s keeping him in the palace – third floor.” She began, beginning to regain her breathing as the adrenaline from the run died down slightly. Rozalia’s legs practically screamed at her in pain, but she wasn’t one to complain. Worse things could have happened to her. 
“I was also able to mark down the guard patrols on the walls. The sewer entrance I used to come and go in is in a fairly deserted area – there’s only four guards patrolling there, coming by every three hours; two for day, two for night. The idiots aren’t even replaced for meal time.” She added with a scoff, shaking her head slightly. Hadrian was being rather complacent with his win. It was as if he’d forgotten that an army led by Octavius himself lay just beyond the walls.