Breathing grows difficult. "I don't--There is no escaping this place. They'd punish us both. They'd execute you for even trying. Forget about escaping Navere without getting caught. We'll never make it out of the castle."
"The security detail is lax past midnight. I've spent the last couple of months learning the movements. The guard detail changes at two in the morning, but because of their nature of engaging in revelries well past normal hours and the flood of guests usually milling about, they barely keep to the time. And even when they do, they're more concerned with the guests." His grip tightens. "They won't notice until we're gone."
My brain struggles to catch on with the sudden shift. That what I deemed impossible no longer is. "But where would we go?"
"Anywhere you want."
The enormity of it sinks in. The weight of his gaze. The sudden possibility of... fleeing.
"But Penelope--"
