In a few days, Nymsya used what little influence she had around the castle and through little suggestions, managed to hold a hunt the prince would be a part of. Thankfully for her, it wasn’t that hard. Offer here, handjob there, a coin over there and suddenly there was a hunt being organised. It was almost scary to see it rolling.
The prince, his personal entourage and several older male guests would be joining the hunt and the prize… was some weapon or something else that Nymsya had no interest in. Her sole interest was in the prince.
Of course even during the hunt he would be protected by his guards. Crossbows were a far too common weapon in these lands and it didn’t take a marksman to plant one in the right spot and disappear in the woods.
But then, she wasn’t a marksman. She wouldn’t need a crossbow.
As the hunt started, all the participants fled off into the woods on their horses. She took off on foot from behind the castle. She walked through the woods like a ghost. It was a little known fact that succubi, the demons of attention could also swing it the other way and become unnoticeable at times.