ELIZABETH POV

As I stood near the rogue camp, my heart raced with both emotion and nervousness. I knew the plan I had concocted was risky, but it was our only chance to bring an end to their reign of terror. I reached up and ruffled my hair, trying to give myself a disheveled appearance that would blend in with the rugged surroundings.

I jumped into the rogue camp unnoticed by the guards.

My gown, once elegant and befitting of my status, now lay torn and tattered. 

I had deliberately chosen to dress down, shedding the trappings of my privileged life to immerse myself in the role I was about...