Late at night, Monica and Annie arrived with a set of stealth clothing and a few small weapons for self-defense.
They helped me change, strapping on the hidden blades and poison-tipped throwing darts in strategic places so I could move freely while still being armed and ready to draw.
Then, they led me down into the cellar, where Jasper was already waiting. Without a word, they quietly took their leave.
He still hadn't calmed his nerves, still wanted to stop me. But I refused to meet his gaze, afraid that a single glance might sway me.
Jasper sighed in silent defeat, then pulled out a small whistle and fastened it gently around my neck, his voice low but firm.
"If there's any danger, blow this immediately. My men inside the palace will come to your aid."
I glanced down at the whistle glinting under the candlelight, resting against my chest, and nodded.
"I understand."
His hand lifted to trace my cheek, a touch so light it barely lingered.
"Promise me you'll return safely."
