Chapter 5
I walked down the hall towards the Kings rooms. I was nervous and sweaty. I would see him again. I don't know if he will know who I am and where I stand. It has been nine years on my own. I pushed open the King's door.
"You are my new servant, yes?"
"Of course, your majesty." I replied. I was right he didn't notice me for my red hair and my purple eyes. Have I changed that much? I wear common clothes and look like I am a servant but my eyes should have given me away, even though I have been in the palace for years. My heart beats faster and I try not to cry. Who am I?
"What is your name?"
"Alanna." I respond. Everyone knows me by that name.
The King's eyes widen and he turns pale. Yet he doesn't say anything. Who is he? He is King Jonathon of Conte, age twenty-five, coal-black hair and saphire eyes. The one I use to love and still do in most ways.
"You are back? I thought you died."
"Why would I die Jonathon? I am who I am and have no thought about dying. Well maybe for three years, but I've been in the palace for seven years and not once have you recognized me. Even though I have been working for your father and for you." I never thought once about his reaction when he found out who I am, but now I wish I did. All my power is put into one, the strength, to leave the palace forever and let myself die. But haven't I been waiting for our paths to cross once more? "I must be going. I have a job to do." I turned and left, slamming the door in my wake.
"Watch the King and report to me when he has gone to sleep." I bellowed and left, tears streaming down my face. What have I done? Should I have told him? Was there no other way? I sat down on the hard stone floor and began to cry. The only one who helps me is my best friend at the palace, Nelson. Nelson is a great guy and is always there to lend a helping hand, especially in times like this. I lean on his shoulder as he wraps his arm around me to hold me together.
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Please R/R. I hope you like it. Their paths will meet, with each other their paths lie is it their deaths, their love, or their choices. All are met in a battle for the fittest. Thankx. AJ.
I walked down the hall towards the Kings rooms. I was nervous and sweaty. I would see him again. I don't know if he will know who I am and where I stand. It has been nine years on my own. I pushed open the King's door.
"You are my new servant, yes?"
"Of course, your majesty." I replied. I was right he didn't notice me for my red hair and my purple eyes. Have I changed that much? I wear common clothes and look like I am a servant but my eyes should have given me away, even though I have been in the palace for years. My heart beats faster and I try not to cry. Who am I?
"What is your name?"
"Alanna." I respond. Everyone knows me by that name.
The King's eyes widen and he turns pale. Yet he doesn't say anything. Who is he? He is King Jonathon of Conte, age twenty-five, coal-black hair and saphire eyes. The one I use to love and still do in most ways.
"You are back? I thought you died."
"Why would I die Jonathon? I am who I am and have no thought about dying. Well maybe for three years, but I've been in the palace for seven years and not once have you recognized me. Even though I have been working for your father and for you." I never thought once about his reaction when he found out who I am, but now I wish I did. All my power is put into one, the strength, to leave the palace forever and let myself die. But haven't I been waiting for our paths to cross once more? "I must be going. I have a job to do." I turned and left, slamming the door in my wake.
"Watch the King and report to me when he has gone to sleep." I bellowed and left, tears streaming down my face. What have I done? Should I have told him? Was there no other way? I sat down on the hard stone floor and began to cry. The only one who helps me is my best friend at the palace, Nelson. Nelson is a great guy and is always there to lend a helping hand, especially in times like this. I lean on his shoulder as he wraps his arm around me to hold me together.
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Please R/R. I hope you like it. Their paths will meet, with each other their paths lie is it their deaths, their love, or their choices. All are met in a battle for the fittest. Thankx. AJ.