The black-haired lady moved with a grace that suggested familiarity, her every step confident and deliberate as she led her small group through the castle's hidden passages.
Her sharp eyes seemed to know precisely where to look, which turns to take, and when to stop and listen for the faintest sounds of approaching danger.
It was almost as if she had walked these halls before, though none in her group dared to question how she knew the way so well.
The older man in the guard uniform followed her closely, his senses heightened, ready to defend her at a moment's notice.
The two others in their group, also dressed in guard attire, trailed behind, their faces a mix of determination and wariness. They trusted her implicitly, knowing their lives depended on her judgment.
As they approached a small, nondescript door set into the stone wall, the lady paused, her hand hovering just above the latch.
She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the corridor behind them. The silence was deafening, but she seemed to hear something no one else could.
Without a word, she pushed open the door, revealing a narrow passage that led outside to the castle's outer walls.
The cold night air rushed in, carrying with it the scent of freedom. The lady stepped through, her movements fluid and precise, as if she had rehearsed this moment many times in her mind.
"Stay close and keep quiet," she whispered to her companions as they slipped through the door and into the shadows of the castle's outer walls.
The open ground between the castle and the forest loomed ahead, a dangerous stretch that had to be crossed quickly and quietly.
Her eyes scanned the darkness, calculating the distance and potential threats. With a quick, subtle gesture, she signaled her group to follow.
They moved like phantoms, their footsteps barely disturbing the silence of the night.
As they approached the treeline, she cast one final glance back at the castle, her expression unreadable.
For a moment, it seemed as if she was memorizing every detail of the fortress she was leaving behind.
She gritted her teeth, swearing silently to take revenge on the baron. Though he hadn't directly harmed her, his complicity in holding her captive for another noble, who had equal status as her family made him an enemy.
Her family's power and influence had been disregarded, and she intended to rectify that. Then, without another word, she turned and led her group into the safety of the forest, their forms disappearing into the darkness.
Back inside the castle, the main group of prisoners surged toward the gates, their desperation palpable.
They had fought through the guards, their numbers thinning with each clash, but now they faced a new threat—the baron's army, assembled and ready to crush their bid for freedom.
For a brief moment, fear flickered in the eyes of the prisoners, but it was quickly drowned out by a surge of collective fury.
With a deafening roar, they charged forward, clashing with the baron's soldiers in a brutal, chaotic melee. The clash of steel against steel echoed through the castle as both sides fought with everything they had.
The soldiers, trained and disciplined, pushed back with shields and swords, their formation tight and unyielding.
But the prisoners, driven by desperation, fought like cornered animals. They swung their makeshift weapons with wild abandon, their sheer ferocity forcing the soldiers to give ground.
Blood splattered the stone floors as the battle raged on, the once-pristine halls of the castle now a battlefield of carnage and chaos.
Some prisoners broke through the lines, sprinting toward the gates, while others fell, their bodies crumpling to the ground, their hopes of freedom extinguished in an instant.
Outside the castle, Adrian emerged from the secret tunnel, his senses alert as he scanned the area. The night air was cool against his skin, a stark contrast to the heat of the battle he had left behind.
He moved swiftly, each step calculated as he made his way toward the clearing where they had agreed to meet.
His mind raced with thoughts of Sophia, Eve, and Eve's mother. The chaos he had orchestrated within the castle was intended to provide them with the cover they needed to escape, but until he saw them, he wouldn't be able to relax.
As he approached the meeting point, the rustling in the bushes ahead made him tense, his hand instinctively going to his dagger. He slowed his pace, his eyes narrowing as he prepared for a possible threat.
Then, out of the shadows, a figure emerged—Sophia. Her eyes lit up when she saw him, and without hesitation, she ran toward him, her arms wrapping around him in a tight embrace.
"Adrian!" she exclaimed, relief flooding her voice. "You're safe! I was so worried."
Adrian smiled, his heart warming at her concern. He returned the embrace, holding her close for a moment before pulling back slightly to meet her gaze. "I'm fine, just a few scratches," he reassured her.
"But we need to keep moving. The castle is in chaos, and the baron's forces will be on high alert. We need to get out of here before they regroup."
Eve, who had been standing nearby, let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. "You had us worried," she said, her voice steady but her eyes reflecting the anxiety she had felt.
"We did it," Adrian said, his voice low but filled with determination. "The baron is too busy dealing with the prison break to come after us now. But we need to move fast."
Sophia nodded, her grip on his arm tightening for a moment before she released him. "Let's go," she said, her voice resolute.
"We've done what we came here to do. Now we just need to get out of here. I have already sent my clone to the town to hire a carriage and get us away from here. She has been waiting for us."
Now, they had to navigate out of Mortimer's territory safely—only then would their mission truly be considered accomplished.