CHAPTER 74

ELIZABETH POV

As I stood near the rogue camp, my heart raced with both emotion and nervousness. I knew the plan I had concocted was risky, but it was our only chance to bring an end to their reign of terror. I reached up and ruffled my hair, trying to give myself a disheveled appearance that would blend in with the rugged surroundings.

I jumped into the rogue camp unnoticed by the guards.

My gown, once elegant and befitting of my status, now lay torn and tattered.

I had deliberately chosen to dress down, shedding the trappings of my privileged life to immerse myself in the role I was about to play. It was essential that I looked the part of someone desperate, someone who had lost everything and was willing to do whatever it took for justice.

Taking a deep breath, I steeled my courage and reviewed the plan in my mind one last time.

I had studied the rogue camp meticulously, observing their routines and vulnerabilities. Now, it was time to put that knowledge into action.

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