This chapter is a little bit random, but it's here. Sorry about the wait.
"How are you, Charles?" Aurora asked, sitting on the bed back in their locked room.
"Honestly, I am not doing very well. How about yourself?"
"The same." Aurora lay back. She let her thoughts wander. Most of her thoughts were questions. First, they strayed to the little boy who had thought that they were pirates.
Were there really folk who needed their children to work to pay off a debt?
Aurora shifted carefully. How much money did they need? How long would it take for him to earn enough to be free and go to Camelot?
She shifted again.
Could they go with him?
Aurora stared up at the roof, then at the window. She should be asleep at this moment, dreaming of her prince, who would come to wake her in a hundred years.
She should be asleep, unable to watch what went on as the kingdom moved along. Unable to see her brother be crowned king.
She should be asleep.
But she is not.
Charles, sitting on the floor by the wall, was thinking as well. He was thinking of how they were to get out, and if they could get out.
He remembered the words of his father on his deathbed.
"If anything ever goes wrong, you are to look for a woman named Madeline. She can help you."
"Father, who is she?"
"An old friend."
Madeline. The name was not one he had ever heard before. Which was why they were trying to find Max. He would know where they are. If only they could get out of the room.
Why were they here, anyway? What had they done that had so offended the people of this town? Charles leaned against the wall and sighed.
Would they ever get out?
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Richard padded around the sheep pen. The sheep were all crowded in one corner, baa-ing in fear. Richard let out a growl. Suddenly a piercing sound filled his head.
Stay on task, Richard. You are not really a wolf.
Richard shook his head. "I am aware," he mumbled. "But I am hungry."
Eat the little boy who takes care of the flock.
"Eww. No."
Richard looked at the sheep pen. It was located on a hill. He looked around, to see a little boy laughing as a large group of villagers walked away, pitchforks in hand.
Richard waited until they were out of sight, the ducked under the fence of the sheep pen. The boy, still laughing, was walking back. Richard stayed low.
The sheep continued making sounds of distress. The boy didn't seem to notice.
"Who is this boy, Madeline?" Richard asked. The voice in his head was quiet for a moment.
His name is John. He takes care of sheep for his father. He enjoys practical jokes, and has played a few on the townsfolk, including faking a wolf attack.
"He should be taught a lesson," Richard said, quieting as the boy came by the sheep's pen. Richard sat down.
Why must you do this to me, Richard? I told you to stop the Beauties from getting to my castle.
Richard did not reply, and instead growled. The boy jumped. He looked over, and his eyes widened. Richard raised a paw. He bared his teeth.
"Oh..." John took a few steps back from the fence. Richard let out a sharp bark, and the boy turned and ran for the town. Richard turned to the sheep. He licked his chops.
Richard...
"I will be done in a moment."
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Madeline groaned. Clearly, this job would only be done quickly if she did it herself. Madeline looked back at the staircase leading down from the room she was in.
"I suppose I must."
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~Misfortune