As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, I made my move. Dinner was a grand event, the ship’s ballroom filled with the clinking of glasses and soft music. I excused myself, claiming fatigue, and retreated to my cabin. There, I wrote a detailed note, explaining everything I had discovered, what had been done to me, and who was responsible. I slipped it into my pocket, a silent promise that I would see justice served.

When we reached the port, I feigned illness, a believable act considering the concoction they’d been feeding me. Lyanna offered to stay, but I insisted she enjoy the evening with Darren. Reluctantly, they left, reassured by the security of their scheme.