The next morning, Lily and I woke up early, our minds still reeling from the events of the previous night. The small piece of paper Martha had given us felt like it was burning a hole in the pocket of my dress.
"What are we going to do now?" Lily whispered as we got dressed for our kitchen duties.
I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. "I don't know. We need to figure out how to get this message to the rebel leader, but we can't exactly walk out of the castle and start asking around."
As we made our way to the kitchens, we passed by a group of guards. They were talking in low voices, but we managed to catch snippets of their conversation.
"...increased patrols in the forest..."
"...rebel sightings near the old mill..."
Lily and I exchanged a glance. The old mill? That could be
