So here's another chapter, it's way longer than the last one so they sort of balance each other out. Thanks for the reviews.
I opened my eyes and jumped out of bed. If this was going to work I couldn't make a single mistake, or else I'll be stuck with the overprotective duchebag Edweirdo. I hurried toward my closet and got out my basket. Inside was a dull blue shirt, a pair of brown trousers, a plain white dress, some sturdy boots, a pair of holey slippers, a hat and a wig. Don't ask where I got half the stuff, you don't want to know, trust me.
I got my nightdress off and put on the rough wool white dress, and the holey slippers. I quickly put my hair in a bun and put the short blond wig on my head. The shirt, trousers and boots were still in my basket. I took them out and wrapped them in a sheet of linen, then put them back in the basket.
Since, it was pretty early, no one but the maids were up. I would have to pretend to be one untilI get off castle grounds. So, I quickly stepped out of my bedchamber, kept my face down and walked through the corianders and to the main doors.
On the way I saw Irida, she gave me an encouraging smile and a hello. I think she might have thought that I was new to the job. The only thing that sucks about pretending to be a maid is that people treat you like crap. Someone tripped and almost knocked me down, and they didn't even apologize, the person thought it was all my fault and yelled at me and slapped me. How is it my fault, I didn't trip the freakin lady. If I was in my regular clothes that I was required to wear in the castle, she'd be apologizing so much that it would hurt my ears.
Finally, the gates. This is the ultimate test, if I don't get past them everything's ruined. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, and kept my head down. Right now I looked like a shy maid, which I had no problem with, if it got me out of here. I walked right pass the guards, and they didn't even pay a second of attention to me.
'Hey you.' Oh no, what if they knew, did I walk to regally, was my head to high? I stopped walking ,but didn't turn around.
'You need to walk faster, you good for nothing wench.' Guess who said that, Edweirdo. So yesterday he called me beautiful, now I'm nothing but a 'good for nothing wench.' I had a strong temptation to take off my wig and show him exactly who he was talking to, but I didn't. My plan was working fine, I couldn't do something stupid now, and ruin everything.
'Yes milord, I will walk faster, if that is what you wish.' My voice was weak and trembling, I didn't like it, but it was necessary to play weak and humble right now.
'Good, now get back to work you lazy wench. If I catch you being lazy again, I'll send you to work as a slave.' I tried to look horrified on the outside, but inside I was smirking, if he ever tried my parents would send him straight to the dungeon for the worst beating of his puny little life.
'Of course, milord.' With that I curtsied and waited for him to say two words before I did a single thing. By watching the servants being called to by a high lord, I learned that to everything they have to reply to everything with a milord on the end, sometimes a higher lord commands his servants to not call a lesser lord milord. I know it's very complicated, but the way that I get it is that if a high lords servants call a lesser lord milord, it gives him more confidence, and he starts thinking that he's higher up in the chain than he thinks he is, and then there's a whole lot of confusion, I think. Something like that. Another thing I learned is that you have to be dismissed before you do anything else, or go anywhere, after the task asked is completed. I'm now very happy that I did watch the servants, or else I'd be leaving with a few bruises, or they would lock me in the dungeon, or sell me as a slave. In the last two cases I would have to tell them who I really was.
'What are you waiting for, you lazy -' He got cut off by a guard, who was most likely telling him that he had to dismiss me. I could see his mouth was forming an o shape, but he quickly regained his arrogant composure, and you could hear him telling the guards very loudly that he knew how to dismiss a servant, idiot. Then he turned toward me, my back was still toward him, but I had turned my face a little, so I could see him out of the corner of my eye.
'You are dismissed.' With those words he turned around and walked inside. Wait until he finds that his soon to be bride isn't in her room. They wouldn't start looking for me until noon, I'm a very late sleeper, and if you disturb me before ten you get the worst of my anger. That's why I left in the morning, I know that they'll send someone to check if I was still sleeping. I had that already taken care of, I had put pillows under my blanket for it to look like I was still there.
10 hours later ( sorry for the time lapse, but nothing really interesting happens until 4.)
For most of the day I had traveled through the woods, still in my dress. I hadn't got a chance to change yet, but I had put on the boots and threw the slippers somewhere. I slept for a hour or so, in a meadow, not long I know, but I felt more awake afterwards, so it was worth it. I didn't dare sleep another hour because I knew they would be looking for me sometime, and the bigger lead I had the better chance I had for them not finding me.
Right now I was in an alley, somewhere on the outskirts of town. I wanted to get out of this place quickly, something about it freaked me out. I don't know why but, every second I was here my heart started to beat a little quicker. I don't know how but, I knew that something was going to happen.
Then I heard it, footsteps, getting closer every second. I couldn't move I was glued to the spot. Finally they stopped, I looked up and saw a guy. His blond hair was dirty, and his clothes ripped. His face was clean, his teeth glinting in the sun and the thing that scared me most was the grin on his face.
Behind him was another man, his hair dark and skin olive toned. There was practically no emotion on his face. And finally behind him was a girl. She had flaming red hair, that swirled around her face, a halo of fire. She had pale skin, like the dirty blond guy. She had a wicked grin on her face.
They were lined in such a way that if you looked at the dirty blond hired guy, you could see the other guy through his left shoulder and the girl through his right.
'I'm James, the other guy is Laurent and the girl's Victoria.' The blond guy, now known as James said, with each word his grin got more and more vicious.
'Wha…What d-d-d-do y-y-y-ou wan-want fr-from m-m-me-e.' I knew my voice was shaking, I knew I was more scared than I had ever been in my entire life.
'You know what we want from you.' He waited for me to speak, when I didn't his grin got wider if possible.
'You see, we have a problem, we're broke. So if we sell you as a slave we get money, which is what we're going to do.' No, not the slave trade, no. I've seen with my own eyes what they do to slaves, and I never want to see it again, never. My parents had found out the person who started it, when on vacation. Unluckily for me, I was with them and I saw everything. I've never felt so sick in my life. Even though it was against the law, people still did it. My parents had tried to stop it but, it had progressed so far that they could do nothing.
'Noo Pl-lea-se don't.' I knew what he would ask for, but there had to be another way.
'You know the second option, since it's a no to the first, the second I'll takes as a yes.' I started to back up again, but I knew that it wouldn't be long until he would reach me, every step that I took backwards he took forwards.
Suddenly, I heard another pair of footsteps coming toward us, I had to keep James distracted. I don't know why, but something was telling that James couldn't notice that someone was coming, that this person would help.
So who do you think it is, Edward coming to find his lost soon to be bride? The fist person of the guard coming to find the lost princess, and the key to a huge reward from her parents. Or maybe someone different?
Sorry to leave you guys with a cliffy, but this is the longest chapter I've ever written and my hands starting to hurt.
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