Bridget's POV
My heart pounded as I walked through the dimly lit corridors of the fortress, heading towards my father's private chamber. The gravity of their situation weighed heavily on me, and the flickering candlelight seemed to cast shadows that mirrored the uncertainty in my mind.
Upon reaching the door, I hesitated for a moment before gently knocking. The door creaked open, revealing my father, Barret, who was still recovering from the intense session of map-drawing. His tired eyes met mine, and for a moment, the room fell silent.
"Father," i began cautiously, "I need to talk to you about the plan and the map."
Barret motioned for me to enter, and as I stepped inside, the door closed behind me with a soft thud. The room exuded an air of secrecy, and I couldn't shake the feeling t
