Stepping away from the boy, I take a look at all the reactions of the crowd. Some look content with the information now provided, some look bored, and some look horrified. The boy has stopped blubbering from choking on his tears and has pulled his knees to his chin, rocking back and forth with a blank expression in his eyes. I can't help but feel zero mercy or sympathy for this Lakelander. He deserved it. A sharp movement calls my attention, so I avert my eyes to the queen and king. Corianne has fled the room her hand over her mouth to keep from vomiting and tears streaming down her eyes. The King quickly follows, concern etched across his kindly features. I smile, happy to have made the queen sick. Then, it dawned on me. Perfect time to pounce. I strut from the room, leaving the broken boy behind me for the guards to take care of. A servant of the queen passes, red suit and all. She will know where the queen is. Tapping her on the shoulder I take a look at her face. She has dark ebony skin, large doe like eyes and raven colored cornrows.
"Excuse me, but can you direct me to where the queen is?" using a sweet tone and false smile, I try to mask my true intentions. The red cocks an eyebrow, evident that she isn't fooled by my charade.
"Who's asking?" she says, a hand on her hip and a skeptical expression.
"I would like to speak with her about her mental health, if you must know."
I have hit the jackpot. I guess it wasn't only me who noticed Coriannes dark circles.
"Of course, I apologize Lady Merandus. Her room is up the stairs and is the second door in that hallway." The red then scurries off. I make my way up the stairs, spotting a red servant guarding the second door. The weary looking king steps out of the door, his eyes bloodshot from what looks like crying. He then pulls open the door to the first room in the hallway and weakly slams it shut. Her condition obviously isn't stable. Words that my father has repeated many times now
stands out in my head. The wounded are always the easiest prey. I have found the crack in her porcelain. With one strike she will be broken into little shards no one can fix. Passing the red guard I walk in and see a very tidy room. Pictures of Corianne, the king and Cal hang in frames, with beautiful red drapes that adorn the windows. I can hear Corianne getting ready to take a bath, so I quickly ransack her room. I look to her bedside table and see a little leather bound book, with the title, "Corinne's Notebook." I can't wait to read the treasures lurking in this little book. More secrets to corrupt her, and information to break her. I open the book, and start unfolding the dark hidden world that Corianne Jacos secretly lives in.