Refusing to Cooperate
"Good afternoon, miss. I was hoping you could answer a few questions for me."
I stood frozen in place. Did he suspect me of being the lost princess? I thought they gave up looking for me! However, I pretended that his words did not affect me and continued to look calm.
"I will help in any way I can," I said, although if he asked any question that had an answer I did not wish to reveal, I was prepared to act dumb.
"Good. That will make things much easier." He pulled out a scroll with script and diagrams that covered every square inch of the paper. "By order of the King, the refugees of this camp are to be moved to a new place. This specific location is currently being designed and built for the use of the current expatriates. The current person(s) who run this facility will continue to run the refugee camp, as well as the new soldier facilities that are to be built in the former refugee camp location."
To say the least, I was speechless. My first reaction was complete shock and then can the fury. I could feel my blood boiling and my face heating up. I took a deep, calming breath and faced this man who would not show me his face.
"There must be some mistake. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but this refugee camp is being held up by me and my future husband's own money," I said, still taking steadying breaths. This was Jed's camp, and I wasn't about to hand it over!
"I'm sure this must be hard for you, but as I said, I have some questions for you. First of all." But before he could finish, I interrupted.
"No! I'm not finished!" I wanted to grab a fist full of the mud that sat nearby and throw it in this. this outsider's face. A crowd was starting to gather around me and the cloaked man. "This is a refugee camp! We help the people who did not participate in the fighting, not those who support it! Isn't ending the war more important?"
"I'm sorry, miss, there isn't anything I can do." He said, but looked down at his scroll again, "Now, as I was saying... What is you father and mothers name?"
"How does this have anything to do with this refugee camp?" I asked, my fury replaced with puzzlement.
The stranger seemed to smirk at me from behind the mask. "Everything," was all he said.
"Good afternoon, miss. I was hoping you could answer a few questions for me."
I stood frozen in place. Did he suspect me of being the lost princess? I thought they gave up looking for me! However, I pretended that his words did not affect me and continued to look calm.
"I will help in any way I can," I said, although if he asked any question that had an answer I did not wish to reveal, I was prepared to act dumb.
"Good. That will make things much easier." He pulled out a scroll with script and diagrams that covered every square inch of the paper. "By order of the King, the refugees of this camp are to be moved to a new place. This specific location is currently being designed and built for the use of the current expatriates. The current person(s) who run this facility will continue to run the refugee camp, as well as the new soldier facilities that are to be built in the former refugee camp location."
To say the least, I was speechless. My first reaction was complete shock and then can the fury. I could feel my blood boiling and my face heating up. I took a deep, calming breath and faced this man who would not show me his face.
"There must be some mistake. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but this refugee camp is being held up by me and my future husband's own money," I said, still taking steadying breaths. This was Jed's camp, and I wasn't about to hand it over!
"I'm sure this must be hard for you, but as I said, I have some questions for you. First of all." But before he could finish, I interrupted.
"No! I'm not finished!" I wanted to grab a fist full of the mud that sat nearby and throw it in this. this outsider's face. A crowd was starting to gather around me and the cloaked man. "This is a refugee camp! We help the people who did not participate in the fighting, not those who support it! Isn't ending the war more important?"
"I'm sorry, miss, there isn't anything I can do." He said, but looked down at his scroll again, "Now, as I was saying... What is you father and mothers name?"
"How does this have anything to do with this refugee camp?" I asked, my fury replaced with puzzlement.
The stranger seemed to smirk at me from behind the mask. "Everything," was all he said.