She looked out the window, and her eyes fixed on the castle grounds—memories flooded back: the place where she’d met Jarckon, the tunnel, and the secret door in the kitchen. It was a relief he didn’t post guards outside her room all day. That night, as she fell asleep, she resolved to escape. This was the time to run—from the castle, from Jarckon. For the past few days, she’d cooked his breakfast, walked with him in the garden, watered the plants, and helped him tend to the grounds. The guards allowed her to move freely, which gave her an opportunity. At dawn, she began plotting. She marked the key gate with chalk as her exit point and tied threads to trees along the path, creating a trail out of North Oregon Castle. Later, in the garden, she joined Jarckon as usual. She stared into his emerald eyes—this might be the last time. Those eyes had fascinated her, stirred feelings she couldn’t ignore, yet also filled her with loathing. “This is the most wonderful moment of my life,” she
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