Rosalie's POV:
Chapter Four
I'd never run so fast in my life. Away from that-that prince person, and towards safety. As I passed the guards at the gate, I gasped out, "The princess needs more information!" I saw them back away from me, afraid of stopping the princess's own spy. I almost laughed at the insanity of the situation.
I thought of how I'd gotten caught by that prince, and felt that if I'd seen him again, I would have spat on his perfectly shined boots. I could feel anger welling up inside of me and the last thing that I wanted to do was go see Alex and bring him the painting. But I thought about what he might do- or rather, what he might do to my reputation- if I didn't show it to him. So, as slowly as I could without seeming suspicious, I walked to his tent.
"Well?" he said. "What did you get?"
I showed him the painting. He whistled in admiration and winced at the sight of the lady's face. "That must have taken some work. Were there guards posted around the painting?"
"Of course not!" I exclaimed. I don't think that this is even near the best that they have up at that palace."
Alex's eyebrows shot straight up. "Do you really think so?"
"I know so." I replied. "Why else would there not be guards around that painting?" Well, there sort of were guards around the painting, if you can count that prince as a guard, said my evil mind.
"Well, if this isn't the best that they have, I'll keep it." He indicated the painting. I gasped in indignation and he noticed. "Well, if you're going to get something better at the palace, then you won't mind." He pushed me out of the tent.
I hesitated in front of the tent, wondering what would best show my contempt towards him. I spat in front of it and then walked away for the first five tents. Then I broke and ran.
My tent was about 20 down from Alex's. I had gotten a separate one when I turned 16. Now I had been there 3 years, and was very happy with its location, except for the fact that Alex lived nearby.
I entered the flap and threw myself down of the cot that was my bed. I hate him! I thought to myself, and pounded my fists against the ground. I almost screamed in frustration at Alex. Will he ever be satisfied?
My stomach growled, and I almost smiled. I had been so wrapped up in my thoughts that I hadn't noticed that I was hungry. And lucky for me, it was market day. Why was something so ordinary as hunger suddenly so amusing?
The picture of the prince suddenly loomed in my mind's eye. I banished the thought of him from my head and went out to charm the money from the pockets of the unsuspecting.
A/N: Thanks for all the input, guyths. You've been a big help. I hope that this (short) chapter measures up to your expectations.