The Royal Contract

She must have dozed off as she lay in bed, plotting their possible escape. But she was nowhere near anything plausible as far as she could remember. 

She woke up from a dream, abruptly making her check her surrounding. She was still alone, and the pitch-black darkness of the sky outside her window still indicated that it was late in the evening. 

It would probably rain, she thought, since she had hardly seen a star up in the vast sky. She could still hear some voices outside, but not as loud as before. It was as if they were keeping their noises down to avoid catching anyone's attention.

"We need to get out of here." She mumbled to the air around her.

She was not raised to be a religious person. She never did hear her father talk about believing in anything that could not be seen by the human eye.

Although her mom had taught her how to pray when she was young, she had quickly forgotten about it as she grew older. Her focus had shifted between right and wrong.

Eventually, she only believed in making her own destiny, doing what was right, and apologized sincerely for doing something wrong.

"Please, help us." She prayed to whoever was listening, to whoever would care to assist them in their time of need. 

She never required a higher power to grant her wishes or aid her with what she wanted. She had managed to survive without praying and believing in anything other than her capability.

Now, she wondered if she was wrong. She realized that there was nothing wrong with seeking help from someone who might be watching over them. After all, she would need all the help she could get.

Suddenly, she was startled by a very faint movement outside. She could hear the mild creaking of the floor as if a man was walking in stealth mode, but the old woods could not take the weight as they gave in from the pressure.

After a while, the knob moved, followed by the giggling of keys. The door squeaked open, slowly making a wide gap, avoiding a loud sound. Then, a man stepped inside.

"Who's there?" She asked since he never opened the ceiling lights. The only light in the room came from the small lamp on a table beside the bed.

She squinted her eyes to see if she could have a better view of the man. But judging from his size, she believed she knew him. What he had planned to do, she had no idea as he looked around the room without answering her question.

She stepped forward, curious about his presence but not too close since she still had to confirm it was him and not someone resembling him in the dark. At this point, she could not be too cautious.

"It is me. Don't make a sound." He finally whispered, not wanting to make too much noise. He stepped a bit closer to her, revealing his identity as the light reflected on his face.

He still could not believe that he was doing this to help her. He must be crazy for listening to her idea. He probably had gone insane by putting his life and his family in danger because he pitied her.

He walked a bit closer until he stood in front of her, studying her face and seeing her relax when she realized that it was him. She could not blame her for always being on guard. Anyone in her situation might feel the same way, even him.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, still slightly confused, but hope started to creep into her heart. Maybe he was here because he had changed his mind.

Then, she remembered the items he was going to buy for her. Disappointment crashed her back to the ground, seeing a bag he held in his hands. 

He only brought her some items he thought she might need to make her stay in this prison more comfortable. When she did not give him a list earlier, he said he would just pick some things himself.

"I am getting you out of here." He finally spoke. This time he knew there was no turning back. "Are you ready to leave?" He asked her as he moved towards the window and peeked outside.

He was not expecting that the guards would double up tonight. He was not also aware that their boss would arrive either. But he already had set the ball in motion. 

There was no other choice but to do this now or just scrap the entire plan. But from the way he saw her husband, he would die here if he did not get him out now. It was now or never. 

"Really, Samson? You are helping us out of here." She had to ask again, afraid that she might have heard him wrong. Suddenly, she remembered her prayer. Maybe an almighty being was watching over them.

She stepped closer to him, looking over the window just like him. She could see the guard roaming the grounds, wondering how they would get out without those men noticing them.

"Yes, so stop bugging me before I change my mind." The gentle giant slightly turned in her direction to make her stop talking.

He again scouted the grounds, planning their escape route. He could already see that it would be tricky since the men watched vigilantly for enemies.

Even if he had been a part of this group for years. The boss would definitely declare him an enemy once he discovered that he had planned to make their prisoners escape.

"Thank you for doing this for us. I will make sure that you will not regret it." She swore to him, hoping that all of them could get out of there alive so she could keep her promise.

However, her enthusiasm was dampened by the scenery outside. She just could not see a way out of there. Not if her friend was the only one who would be helping her and Alex. 

Under such conditions, she could not fathom a successful escape.. She believed she would need more than luck but more prayers for a miracle.