Venus POV
Once I finally managed to free myself from the confinements of my cell, I felt a surge of relief. The metallic click of the lock echoed in the dimly lit room as I released my father from his imprisonment afterwards. He deftly worked on undoing the broken cuffs that had left painful marks on my wrists. I winced as the metal scraped against my skin.
Moving swiftly, my father went over to a table nestled against the cold stone wall. The scraping sound of a sword being unsheathed filled the air. He also grabbed a worn belt, its leather emitting a musky scent, adorned with an assortment of small knives. He extended the belt towards me. "Here," he offered, his voice low. "Aim for their hearts," he instructed, his words laced with urgency. I nodded silently, understanding the weight
