So this chapter is a bit shorter and weirder, but anyway enjoy!
I said my goodbyes to the staff as i waited for Miss Heliotrope. They all performed their jobs perfectly,but were cold and formal apart from my personal maid Sophia. She was only a few years older than me and like the sister I never had. I hugged her quickly, whispered something in her ear and she nodded.
Miss Heliotrope then came bustling out the house,ignoring the staff and shouting orders to the carriage driver. If you could call that a carriage. It was more like a wagon compared to the fast,plushy London Barouches, and I was not looking forward to the five hours of traveling ahead. I shouted in an unladylike fashion to Sophia 'Thank you for everything and remember the signal!'. Miss Heliotrope looked at me,puzzled, but then remembered that she had to take a charcoal tablet before we set off and went about searching through her bag to find them.
I was walking through a forest, when I came to a clearing which I started walking through, until I realized that it became a never-ending meadow. I lay down underneath a lone oak tree and fell asleep, only to wake up to someone singing softly. It was the mysterious young man, but he didn't have his half- bandana on and his bowler hat was pulled low over his eyes like he was about to go to sleep. 'Robin!' I cried out to him, although I do not know how I knew his name, and he looked up at me. Offering me a hand to hold, he told me about the De Noirs and gave a derogatory description of them. When I asked him 'But Robin, aren't you a De Noir yourself?',he took off his hat and ran a hand through his unruly hair. 'Yes, I am, my dear, but you should not know' he finally replied, pulling out a dagger and pressing it to my throat. The last image I saw was his face, filled with hatred.
I awoke with a gasp.
Four hours later, we reached a gate and the carriage driver, whose name i had learned, was Digweed. He strolled up to the gate, whistling, and was searching for the key for the gate in his pockets. I leaned out of the stationary carriage and looked at the beautiful surroundings. After about five minutes of admiring the view, I noticed Digweed had been gone a long time and was about to sit down for I thought we would be moving soon again, when one hand grabbed my wrist and another covered my mouth so I couldn't scream.
I reached up and scratched him with the needle in my other hand, to which he fell backwards off the roof as the carriage jerked forwards. His hat fell off and I saw the same heartbreaking face of sorrow and regret. It was Robin. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks and quickly looked away, as I felt guilty now, even though he had been trying to kidnap me. Miss Heliotrope had struck the other bandit in the chest several times and he had fallen out of the open carriage door with a grunt. We moved forward again and Digweed pulled a chain as we went past, closing the gate.
Robin watched in despair as we sped into the distance. He pressed his face through the gate and let a madman's scream escape. It was the sort of scream that haunts you at night, when can't sleep and feel as if there was no light in the world.
