Elara’s POV
Pulling a simple grey wool clover my silver-white hair felt like taking off a heavy coat. Rhea and I were currently standing near the eastern servant gates, dressed in the most boring, faded helper uniforms we could find in the laundry bins. No silk, no leather shirts, no weapons visible. To anyone passing by, we were just two low-ranking kitchen maids heading out to fetch supplies.
"If we get caught doing this, the King is going to lock down the entire land," Rhea whispered, her eyes darting nervously toward the guards stationed at the gate. She adjusted the heavy basket on her arm, her hands turning white from gripping the handle too tight. "I am a real royal healer trainee, Elara. I shouldn't be sneaking out like a thief in the middle of the day."
"Relax," I laughed softl
