Nadira's heart pounded as Arash outlined their plan. "We'll leave under the cover of night, three days from now. The guards will be distracted by the festival, and we can slip away unnoticed."
She nodded, her mind racing with the risks and possibilities. "Where will we go?"
Arash's gaze was steady. "To a safe haven, where we can gather allies and plan our next move. But first, we need to get you out of the palace without arousing suspicion."
As they spoke, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the garden. Arash's eyes flicked toward the noise, and he grasped Nadira's hand. "We must part ways, Princess. Be ready."
With that, he vanished into the shadows, leaving Nadira to wonder if she'd made a fatal mistake trusting this mysterious stranger.