Lamont was not at the library. In fact, without him there, the place was empty; Berinike people were more hands-on learners.

Lamont was not at his quarters, either.

He was, however, outside at the garden waiting for Kiara, but he didn't look like a prince at all. With as much casual grace as he could muster, he gripped a rake, idly raking leaves and weeds to and fro in a circle around him. Most gardeners knew to collect the mess into a single pile. Lamont, however, merely kept scattering and pushing the dried leaves around, not really accomplishing anything aside from keeping busy. 

He wore a simple long-sleeved tunic, burgundy in color, with a fraying collar and sleeves. This was accompanied by tanned trousers and simple boots. A grey bowl hat hid the long, silken strands of his hair and cast a slight shadow over his face, but it looked odd compared to the rest of his attire. The tunic and pants looked far too clean and pressed, the boots obviously new, his hands smooth and callous-free, fingernails clean, and face clean-shaven. Any close observer could tell that he wasn't a common peasant -- or at least he was a very clean one, but he would blend in well in a crowd or at a distance.

It had taken him most of the night to procure this costume; it was difficult letting his servants know what he wanted without giving away what he was trying to do. His bodyguards knew -- of course they did, it was their job to know what Lamont was up to, but he had paid them to silence before, and it was no less effective this time around. Sometimes he had wondered if some of his brothers would still be alive if their bodyguards were more dedicated to their jobs.

Now was not the time to be thinking about such things, however. His empty stomach complained in gurgles, his eyelids drooped in threat of staying closed for a few hours... Was Kiara coming? Perhaps he should have attended breakfast after all. What if she was still waiting for him? Despite all that had transpired yesterday, he had been far too excited to drop their plan now, yet he had a nagging feeling that perhaps the princess was upset enough to have changed her mind...