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Two weeks in captivity had taken a toll on Zamir, weakening him with each passing day. A fortuitous twist of fate, aided by a sympathetic guard, had granted him strength and the elusive antidote to the poison they had given him. Seizing a moment of opportunity, he swiped the keys from a passing guard, slipping out of his cell under the cover of darkness.
Sneaking through the shadows, Zamir aimed for the castle stairs, the taste of freedom tantalizingly close. Yet, alone, escape would be treacherous.
`This will be hard, but I have to make it..for Amir` ,he thought to himself.
His journey led him to a chamber, where he hoped to find a way to climb out through a window with a makeshift rope.
However, upon entering the room, his plans collided with unexpected reality. A lone noble was inside, dressing for the night. "Ah shit! Oh shit. I'm sorry!" Zamir exclaimed, recognizing the potential danger even as he faced the enemy. He turned slightly, on guard, ready for any move the noble might make.
Realizing the urgency of his escape, Zamir rushed toward the person, hand over their mouth. "Sssh. Listen. I'm not going to hurt you. I just need some of your blankets and clothes to make a rope to get down," he explained, a sigh escaping him.
"But now that you've seen me, I'm afraid that I'll have to take you with me, little royal. I can't be caught," he admitted, with his fluffy tail swaying, the weight of necessity pressing on him as he sought an unlikely ally in the quest for freedom.
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