THIRD PERSON POV
The dungeon was dark, damp, and reeked of mildew, a stark contrast to the rest of the lavish pack house above. Harmony’s heels clicked lightly against the stone floor as she descended the stairs, her heart pounding with the thrill of what she was about to do. She exchanged a glance with her mother, who followed closely behind, her expression tight with concentration. The plan was simple, yet dangerous: create a diversion, and while the guards were distracted, free Elder Grayson, Harmony's grandfather, from the dungeon.
They had chosen this moment carefully. There was a scheduled change in guard duty, a brief window of time when the dungeon would be at its weakest—just two warriors stationed outside the cells. Her mother had already prepared the keys, hidden away in the f
