POV: Roxana
I paced my room until the sun went down, trying to think of a way to free Hestia without anyone noticing. Every plan I made fell apart the moment I thought about the guards watching that door day and night.
A soft knock came at my door. I opened it to find Celeste standing there, her sweet smile fixed perfectly in place.
"Luna Roxana," Celeste said, bowing her head just enough to seem respectful. "I heard the Elders visited today. I hope they did not frighten you too badly."
"I am fine, Celeste," I said, keeping my voice flat. "Is there something you need?"
Celeste stepped closer, lowering her voice like we were suddenly friends. "I only wanted to offer some advice, Luna," she said. "The dungeon guards change shifts at midnight. The new ones are young, and they do not yet
