Chapter 16“I’m so sorry your majesty, I I, It was,” I stammered in panic as I bowed my head deeply in apology.My heart pounded loudly as the extremities of my crime dawned on me. Some of the nobles cried in outrage and I knew they would surely have torn me apart if they could,“Have you gone mad girl?” The king asked me affronted as he stood up from his seat and began to observe the damage I had done to his clothing.“I deeply apologize your majesty. I didn’t mean to, the wine. It had pineapples,” I whimpered as I began to discreetly survey just how men I would have to take down if it came down to the worst.“Pineapples! You destroyed my dinner for pineapples?!” The king yelled enraged.I began to shake my head vigorously as I tried to backtrack and say something to salvage the situation.“It was me,” Prince Scott whispered softly in disbelief.“What?” The king asked in confusion.“She, the girl knocked the glass because of me your majesty. I am allergic to pineapples,” Prince Scot
Chapter 17I TAKE THAT BACK.He is a bad person. A very bad person. I paused in the closet for a minute to catch my breath.“Maid! Faster!” Prince Scott yelled from the room.I rolled my eyes and swore under my breath. It was just 10 AM yet my limbs were trembling from all the running around he had made me do.“I’m coming! And my name is not Maid!” I yelled back as I staggered under the mountain of clothes he had requested and made my way into the bedroom. I was sleeping peacefully this morning. The bell in my bedroom rang by 5:30 AM. At first I had ignored it and gone back to bed but then Neema had come banging on my door to yell at me for not answering my master and I had groggily stood up, weaved my hair, and gone up to answer Scott.For someone who didn’t seem pleased about me serving him, he was enthusiastic about making me run around.First, he had me assist him while he trained in the grounds outside. The cold Revillionain morning air had bitten at my face and rattled me unti
Chapter 18I sighed in satisfaction as I stepped back to survey my work. It was impressive how much I had learned in the last few weeks to protect my cover.Last week, I learned to make a bed properly, yesterday, I learned how to sweep and cleaned and today, I finally figured out how to old clothes. To say I was proud of myself is an understatement.Working for Prince Scott had surprisingly not been too bad so far. Yes, the man still made me want to scratch my eyeballs out and chuck a pillow at his head every time he opened his mouth but if I’m being honest.He wasn’t so bad once he realized he couldn’t get rid of me by overworking me.I whistled happily to myself as I picked up the clothes I had folded and put them away neatly in his closet. Once I was done, I stood staring at the room.Everything was neat and clean, for the first time in a long time, I had finished my work on time.Scott wasn’t in the room presently. He had gone to yet another meeting with the kind, probably to bad
PEACEFUL, THAT'S HOW BEST TO DESCRIBE the atmosphere. That kind of cold and silent peace that best seems to cling to the dark forest A lady dressed in dark robes was on a mission that night. She could barely see with all the fog, yet she stumbled as though the devil himself was on her heels while clutching her bundle to her chest. She ran until she burst from the entrapping trees of the forest into a clearing, where she slowed down for a bit, exhausted and happy to have reached her destination. The rushing of a river roared over her ears as the lady walked slowly and came to a stop in front of the river, where she freed her bundle of its wrap. The wail of a child pierced through the night air, louder than the chirping of the nocturnal insects. The lady took no care to appease the wailing, naked child as she hastily placed the baby in a bowl. With a heavy heart, the woman waded into the river and laid the child down. She stood for a while, gazing at the infant as she thought of al
TODAY WAS A DAY OF CHANGE, an emotional and mental change. The type of change you feel in the air.I feel it before it happens. Like a low buzz of energy underneath my skin that makes me lightheaded.Every time something of significance is about to happen, I feel it.I felt it before Father failed to show up to my seven-year-old birthday, the next day, he was found gravely wounded close to Revillon borders.I felt it the moment Mother got pregnant. She lost the baby a few months later.I feel it now, I've felt it since this morning.My head jerked to the door of the Queen’s waiting chambers, as the guards pulled it open and my parents walked in regally.“Mother, Father,” I greeted them with an incline of my head.The King returned my greeting with a warm smile and the Queen ignored me.Typical.Queen Vanisha sat by the fireplace where a warm fire crackled dispelling the cold winter air, and she gestured opposite her for me to do the same.Seating was the last thing I wanted to do but p
When I walked out of the queen's waiting room, Kezira stood outside waiting for me. I did not have to tell her what had happened, she could read me as easily as I could read her. Kezira is my ladies maid, I wouldn't go as far as saying she is my best friend. I don't t keep friends but Kezira comes close enough."None of this makes sense. Her majesty just wants me to run away, what of my soldiers, who's going to lead them?" I asked Kezira in annoyance as I walked away from the door and stalked down the hallway.The ladies of the court knew better than to test me, they all walked briskly like scared kittens, eager to get away from the warrior princess before they experienced my wrath. Wouldn't be the first time. "Azura calm down, I think it's mostly for your protection" Kezira said as she walked briskly in an attempt to keep up with me. Kez is the only person person apart from my parents who calls me by that name."It was a rhetorical question, if you're not going back me up, then plea
THE STORY OF THE ANCIENTS CLAIM you become the opposite of yourself when you dream. Well I can confirm, that's a lie.I dreamt. For a long time, but became nothing. Just darkness and a deep void.My eyes fluttered open to extreme silence and the smell of chemicals. Heat seemed to waft from a corner of the dark wagon I was in and my mouth tasted like wool. A woman sat at the edge of the wagon, stooped over a sachet in her hands, her clothes were the dirty brown of revillon slaves and her silver hair was tied in a tight bun at her neck."I see, you're awake,” Her voice startled me “ I was thinking we'ere goin to have to toss ya out. I sure am glad you didn't tun out to be completely useless after all,”Her voice was hoarse from years of overuse, and I could tell from her accent, she had been around the Braavasi for a long time. "Well, what are ya waitin for? Sit up and lemme take a look at ya” She was surprisingly nimble as she walked over to the edge of my makeshift bed.I tried to si
I FELT THE HARD GRAVEL PRICKING MY SKIN before I heard the noises. The gruff voices of strange men laughing and jeering, the injured horses whining helplessly, A girl screaming with a voice so loud, it pierced my muddled brain. But I couldn't command her to stop, I couldn't even move to look at her, every cell in my body hurt but it was strangely peaceful. I mean If I died, then I would be free of all responsibilities and unspoken pressure. Maybe the queen would even miss me, I know she'll definitely not cry at my funeral --that's a major sign of weakness. Okay, lets see what I can feel. I think I'm laying down on the ground, maybe under the carriage because I can feel a heavy weight on my hips but I can't feel anything in my legs. My Sarfar(Revillionain scarf) had been ripped away, but the wind couldnt move my hair. My long tresses were stuck to my face in the places where there was blood. The screaming stopped abruptly and I opened my eyes. Okay, I was right, I'm on the floor