The prophecy of a blind heiress

The escape

Hartson's hand closed around Princess Hazel's, his touch warm and reassuring in the cold, dark dungeon. The rusty iron cuffs that bound her wrists to the stone wall creaked as she leaned into him.

"We have to go now," Hartson whispered urgently, his eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of guards. "Lady Victoria's men will return soon."

Princess Hazel's blind eyes snapped towards him, her face set in determination. "I'm ready," she whispered back, her voice steady despite the tremble in her fingers.

As Hartson worked to free her from the cuffs, Princess Hazel's mind reeled with the memories of her imprisonment. The endless darkness, the cold, the pain... she had thought she'd never escape.

But Hartson's presence gave her hope. His strong hands, his gentle touch, his whispered reassurances... she felt a sense of safety with him that she hadn't felt in years.

The cuffs clattered to the stone floor as Hartson finally freed her. He pulled her close, his lips brushing against her ear. "We'll get through this together," he promised.

Princess Hazel's heart swelled with gratitude. She knew the risks they were taking, but with Hartson by her side, she felt like she could face anything.

Together, they made their way through the dark, winding corridors of the dungeon, the silence broken only by the sound of their footsteps and the creaking of the old stone walls.

They were running out of time. Lady Victoria's men would return soon, and if they were caught... Princess Hazel didn't dare think about it.

But for now, she had Hartson, and together, they might just make it out alive.