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Chapter 4: Embarrassment
There's a Minotaur standing behind me. I repeat; there is a Minotaur standing behind me in the middle of the castle! Why oh why does this always have to happen to me? In his hands is two huge silver swords and the armour covering him from head to toe just adds to the fear levels. Well this is the end. I don't have any chances against this massive guy. Standing, I raise my arms above my head in surrender. There's really nothing else to do. He takes a step back, swords raised. This is it. I close my eyes just waiting for the feeling of silver through me. A massive clanging noise rings through the courtyard suddenly before I'm pulled up into a – hug? I open my eyes in shock. What in Narnia? He puts me down on my feet again before taking off his helmet.
"Great to have you back, Ashley!" he exclaims. His voice is very deep and solemn. I'm pretty sure my eyes just grew to the size of saucers. I wonder if it's opposite day or something. Isn't he supposed to be killing me or at least attacking me? I wonder if he's just mucking around with me, then, when I actually do trust him, he gets out his swords and stabs me in the heart or maybe I'm so used to Minotaur's being the bad guys that I can't believe it if they turn good. I guess that's a possibility worth considering. Then again why in Narnia would a Minotaur be in the castle? Oh no! What if he has come to kill the Kings and Queens and take over Narnia. I have to tell King Peter! Wait, what if he has already slaughtered my future hus – hang on! No! I can't think about King Peter in that way. I could get fired by Starstone. "Oh wait!" I shake my head, tossing away the rest of my protruding thoughts. "Of course! I am so stupid! Sometimes I am so forgetful," he says while smacking his forehead. I'm lost.
"What?" I ask rather – rudely. It isn't supposed to come out like that, it just does.
"Well, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Sapphil," he says while holding out his hand. I look curiously down. What is he doing? Seeing my confusion, he straightens up and grins. "You shake it. It's a way of greeting people." This is sort of strange, but I suppose I should then? I reach slowly and hesitantly for his huge fingers and shake them, standing as far away as I possibly can from him.
"Pleasure to meet you," I say slowly. He smiles at me happily.
"Yes, I am glad to see you better as well. Some people thought you were never going to come out," he admits gleefully. This is the most peculiar meeting I have ever had in my life. He seems rather cheerful that I almost died. Very fishy…
"I have to go," I say slowly while backing towards the archway. He waves to me happily.
"Okay then, goodbye. Nice to meet you," he says with a huge smile planted on his gigantic face. As soon as he's out of sight, I run.
"King Peter! King Peter! King Peter! King Peter! King Peter! King Peter! King Peter! King Peter! King Peter!" I shout while running through corridors and hallways. Somehow, I manage to find a whole heap of rooms that I have never seen in my life. I thought I knew this castle back to front. Oh well! Add them to the brain map. Wait, wouldn't he be in...
"Um, High King...Peter!" I stutter out as I burst my way through the doors into the throne room. He looks up at me with a pleasant smile and is about to say something when Queen Lucy interrupts.
"Oh, Ashley, you're better!" she exclaims happily, while running down and giving me a huge hug. I hug her back, not wanting to be rude. King Edmund stands up then and, weirdly enough, hugs me as well. This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder.
"Hey, Lu, Ed, give the poor girl a break, she just got out of – the sick room? That's what they call it here right?" King Peter intervenes, while focusing on me. I feel my cheeks heat up again as I nod. "What can I do for you, Ashley?" he asks me politely once the other two are sitting down again. I grimace. How am I going to say this without sounding like a crazy person? "Oh and it's nice to have you back." I smile. As far as new Kings go, he's pretty charming. Anyway, back to business.
"Um, Your Majesty, I don't want to sound like a crazy person or anything, but, um, there's a Minotaur in the castle that wants to kill you!" I exclaim loudly. The Kings and Queens all gasp in unison. Bang! What was that? I spin around before immediately taking a few steps back.
"Oh, Ashley. Hi again," Sapphil says while coming to give me another hug. I take one horrified glance at him.
"AHHHHHHH!" I scream while running up to the thrones and hiding behind King Peters. Not good. Not good at all. "That's him!" I scream nervously, pointing to the massive Minotaur. It's silent before the room erupts into boisterous laughter. I put my arm down instantly and get to my feet before walking around and standing in front of the laughing Kings throne.
"What in Narnia is so funny?" I ask King Peter angrily. He looks at me with his charming smile and I swear I'm about to faint! I just got angry with the High King. What am I doing?
"Ashley, Sapphil is a good guy. He came to us while you were knocked out and pleaded with us to let him be a guard. Of course, we said yes. After all, Minotaur's are great fighters and guards," he explains while looking at me. My cheeks heat up in embarrassment. I must've sounded crazy coming in here telling everyone that he was going to kill the Kings and Queens. Nervously I turn around and glance towards the confused looking Minotaur.
"Oh! Sorry, Sapphil," I say while walking slowly out towards him. Sapphil smiles brightly at me. "Friends?" I ask while holding out my left hand.
"Oh golly! Friends!" he exclaims while pulling me into a massive hug. I can't breathe.
"Sapphil, I think you'd better let Ashley go now," King Peter tells him.
"Gently would have been nice," I snap after my bottom has hit the tile flooring. Why was I off the ground in the first place? I hate these floors. Someone offers me their hand and I take it without a moments delay. Once I'm up my hand automatically goes behind me to rub my backside. That is going bruise later. I glance up and am momentarily lost in a sea of deep blue. Ashley! Snap out of it!
"Are you all right?" King Peter asks me nicely with a smile, his eyes lighting up as well.
"Yes, thank you, Your Majesty. I just have a sore backside, that's all. These floors really hurt when you fall on them," I explain while narrowing my eyes at the shining, white, tile floor. He chuckles. I made the High King laugh.
"I know! I was dashing up to my throne the other day because I was running late and slipped. My siblings thought it was pretty humorous. Of course, Oreius backed me up at once telling them that the floors are very slippery and that we all will have a go at sliding on them one day," he says, laughing at his own stupid mistake. I laugh as well. The High King agrees with me! The High King agrees with me! "Anyway, I'm holding you up now. You probably want to go home and rest," I nod. I don't really want to leave, but I think it's the best idea considering the conversation I had with Starstone earlier.
"Yes, I do. I'll see you all soon," I say with a curtsey before leaving the room. I look over my shoulder at King Peter. He's smiling at me before his expression changes to one of pain. What's that about? I look back in front of me again and face plant into the door. More embarrassment! Seriously, he will never want to court me now. I'm too much of a klutz. Pushing myself off the ground, I turn around, blushing deeply, and curtsey again. They all look at me worriedly. "I'm fine!" I promise them while pulling the door open. The High King waves to me. That's the only important thing here to be honest. I wave back and close the door softly before I go down the beige hallway in a daze. I walk home, trying to be careful of loose stones and logs. I haven't walked for a while, so I'm admittedly still a little bit shaky on my legs. Eventually, I make it home in one piece though. I walk up to the front door of my cottage and open it up wide. The scent of lavender overwhelms my senses and I can't help the sigh that escapes my lips. It's so nice to be home again! Glancing around my living room, nothing has changed. This is exactly how I left it. I look up at the sundial and grimace. Five pm! Wow this day has gone so quickly!
"Ashley, you're back!" I hear Bella yell. I turn around just in time to catch her as she pounces on me. Her arms feel like a rope around my neck.
"Good to see you too, Bell's," I answer between breaths.
"I missed you," she admits sincerely. I smile at my adorable little sister.
"I missed you too. Now what do you say I make some dinner," I ask while placing her gently back on her feet. She smiles innocently and nods her head. I smile back at her and drag her over to the kitchen to make a fruit salad. Bella goes out to the front garden to grab some apples while I slice up the watermelon, strawberries, and rockmelon. I toss them into a bowl and put in some grapes as well. I cut up the fresh apple once Bella comes back in and toss it in with the rest of the fruit. I put the glass pot in the middle of the dining table with two bowls. Bella sits next to me as we eat. She's just in the middle of telling me about her long stay at Zara's house when she yawns.
I look up at the sundial and frown. Is it really eight pm already? I look down at her. Her head is dropping over her bowl. "Come along, Bella. It's past your bedtime." She yawns as soon as the words have left my mouth and nods her head slowly. I pick her up and put her into her pyjamas before tucking her in. I kiss her forehead as she quickly falls into her slumber. I smile down at her before quietly leaving to let her sleep. I walk to my own bedroom then and put on my own, cold pyjamas. My heather bed feels like paradise after the sick bed. My eyes close of their own accord immediately.
The next five months pass by in a blur. Each day that passes seems to feel like an hour. I haven't really spoken to the Kings and Queens very much either which, admittedly, is a good thing in my mind. It means that it's harder to get close to any of them and it also means that our relationship is left purely at a professional level. Thank Aslan for that! It seems that the Kings and Queens are busy touring the country side, too, for they haven't been at the castle very much either, which is a good thing in itself. It's extremely hard to concentrate when all you can see is the gorgeous, brown hair and blue eyes of the High King. I had my eighteenth birthday also a month and a few days ago. Nothing big of course; just a small get together with my friends. Everything is going great and I've even been on time to work every day, which is a blessing in itself, which is why I'm more than happy to wake up today at five so that I'm at the castle by five-thirty. I hop up onto Crystal happily and ride speedily to the castle. Today seems to pass in a blur too. I manage to clean King Edmund's bedroom and Queen Lucy's and also fit in time to wait on the court people hand and foot. I'm just packing up for the day and am about to walk out the front door of the castle when someone grabs my hand.
The electricity flowing through my body is something that I've never experienced before. I feel my heartbeat increase its tempo while my forehead begins to sweat. What is going on? Ever since the Sapphil incident five months back, nothing has been able to surprise me, but this feeling is taking over me without my consent and to be honest, that's not okay. I whip my head over my shoulder; my eyes instantly training on a pair of blue ones. How do I sentence again? In front of me stands High King Peter the Magnificent. My feet turn themselves around automatically, my hands getting clammy. Pull yourself together, Ash. It's only the High King. He's still holding my hand though. Not that I'm complaining. I rather like it. "Is there something I can help you with, Your Majesty?" Preferably something that means I can spend every waking hour with you forever. No! I must keep this professional! I decide on a curtsey. That's professional – right?
"So, here's the thing. I would really like it if you would do me the pleasure of accompanying me to dinner sometime? Just so I can get a break from all the official business. You just seem like a really nice girl and that's the kind of personality I like to keep around me," he says calmly. Well it sounds calm. The clamminess of his own hand proves that he's not completely together himself though. What is he getting at here?
"Like a date?" I ask cautiously. He shrugs his shoulders casually as he takes a deep breath in.
"If you would like to call it date then yes," he answers. It's obvious he's trying to stay calm, but his voice is a dead giveaway to the fact that he's actually pretty nervous. My lips turn up into a smile. I have to drag this out a bit. It would be weird just to give him a straight-out answer.
"Um, okay then. When and what time?" Two seconds is long enough, right? His face changes into a look of shock for a moment before he smiles and releases a long breath of air.
"Um, how about Friday night. I'll pick you up at seven from your place?" he asks.
"Sure, that sounds great. Here's the way to my home," I say while my eyes scan the room for a quill and parchment. There's some. I let go of his hand and quickly dash over to write it down before running back over to him. My fingers curl around it before passing it over to him. He smiles his glorious smile; the one that makes my heart restart every time he wears it, you know, that one.
"Great! I'll see you then or before that actually, since you work here and all," he says. He looks down then, his cheeks a light touch of red, before he dashes out of the room. Not going to lie, he is one attractive male. And now I'm swooning. Okay, Ashley, pull yourself together. He's just a man. Yes, he is the King, but that's not the point. Just breathe.
"OI! Watch where ya' going!"
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" I jump out of the way of the wagon with ease, fully aware of the crowds of eyes all staring me down, but I don't have it in me to care. I have a date with the High King in two nights; so much for him never asking me out. I ride back through the woods after grabbing Crystal from the stable, occasionally stopping to pick up any flowers I see. I feel so light and I haven't even been out with him yet. Not going to lie, I find this whole situation very strange. I've barely seen him, let alone spoken to him, for five months. I wonder what brought it all on. I might have to ask him on Friday night.
I'm late – again. I groan, annoyed at the prospect, as I get ready for work a day later. In my entire working life, I have never been late and now it's all crashing down on me at once. The worst part is that I don't even have a decent story to tell Starstone today. The only thing I'm allowed to tell her is that I slept in. I can't even tell her why I slept in. Because the reason I slept in is because I was still trying to get over the shock of the High King asking me out; I laid in bed for about two hours before actually getting up because of it. I grimace while looking up at the sundial. Ten am, are you serious? I am soooo dead! I'm wearing my long, yellow dress today because of course I forgot to wash my uniform, didn't I? Which is exactly why it's now soaking wet and hanging up outside to dry. My hair is up in a ponytail (I'm trying to avoid the buns) and I have my plain white shoes on. I walk over to the back stable, stopping at the wooden gate. "Hi, Crystal! I'm sorry I haven't fed you yet," I apologise.
"That's fine. I had some hay left over from yesterday. Are you riding on me today or not?" she asks while nudging at her silver saddle. I giggle.
"No, I'm in a walking mood. I'm already extremely late anyway, what's another half an hour?" I answer her. She nudges me then. "I know. See you soon," I say, kissing her nose and walking to the front yard. I half walk-half run through the forest then, enjoying the feeling of being able to use my legs for their intended purpose. But of course something has to go wrong. Being the klutz that I am, I trip over a tree root and land in a giant, muddy puddle. Yuck! I stand up slowly while trying to shake some of the loose mud particles off of myself. "Great, what else can go wrong?" I shout sarcastically up at the sky.
Drop. Drop. Drop. My eyes draw a trail down to the dead leaves beside me; water drops plastering their outer layers. Please no! Within seconds the skies open up and I'm trying to find shelter. It doesn't let up; in fact, the rain just gets heavier. Great, now not only am I muddy, but I'm also drenched. Starstone is going to freak out. Examining myself is probably the hardest thing in the world. My dress, and every part of my body that's revealed, is now drenched in mud and water. Well, I'm already wet...I run through the rest of the forest, the golden gates revealing themselves to me within a few minutes. Oreius is already standing at the gate with his hand outstretched to me.
"You're late," he points out as I reach him. The eye roll I give him is not obscure. Why does he always have to be so obvious?
"I know I'm late, okay. Just get me into the castle," I tell him annoyed, both of us still getting pelted with rain. He's the one to roll his eyes now as helps me onto his back. We gallop through the bustling town, stopping directly in front of the marble castle stairs. "Thank you!" I exclaim while jumping off his back and running up them.
"Any time!" he yells after me. Once I'm in the "safety" of the castle, I frown. This is not going to be a good day. And of course who is the first person I bump into, but Starstone. Great. Just what I need. A lecture on why being late is bad. She turns around, her eyes immediately narrowing into slits as she looks me up and down.
"Ashley, do you realize it is now quarter past ten in the morning?" she bellows at me. I take a step back instantly. I hate it when Starstone's angry.
"Yes, but please, don't start. I barely slept a wink last night. My mind has been extremely preoccupied lately." It isn't exactly a lie; I have had my mind on other things, like the High King asking me out. I really hope she doesn't pick up on the shakiness in my voice.
"Fine, but before you do anything, go and use one of the public bath chambers on the first level. I don't care what one, just go. You know where to find everything. Chuck your dress into the laundry and get to work as soon as you're ready. Understand?" she asks. I nod. "Well then," she says, gesturing with her hands to leave. I'm out of there in a flash. Amazing, I barely even got into trouble. That would be a first. I grab a spare uniform and red towel and run up the marble staircase. I walk over to the few bath chambers and groan. Every single one of them is locked and being used. Great just great! I round another corner, trying to think of where else I could find somewhere to clean up when I come face to face with just the person I don't really want to see right now.
"Whoops! Sorry, Your Majesty," I say while curtsying. King Peter smiles at me and nods his head in recognition.
"Ashley." I smile back. Who wouldn't smile back after seeing one of his smiles? His shining, blue eyes roam my body up and down before they rest on my face again, his face evident with surprise. "What happened to you, dare I ask?" he questions while raising his eyebrows. How do I explain this?
"I tripped into a muddy puddle and got drenched by rain all in the same minute," I explain enthusiastically. He chuckles.
"That was really smart. We should give you a brainiac award or something," he comments, grinning at me. I roll my eyes; he just laughs. I'm about to remark back, but he interrupts me instead. "Why don't you go and clean up then?"
"That's what I came up here to do, but all the bath chambers are full."
"You're more than welcome to use mine if you need to? I was just about to head down for a meeting, but I can show you the way anyway." Before I can even respond, he's pulling me up the stairs. Everything around me is a blur. The only thing I know is that he's holding my hand – again! The High King! Life can be so good sometimes. He waits for one of the guards to open up one of the double doors and gestures me in after explaining to them that I need to wash up. "Um, Ashley?" Oh, we've stopped.
"Yes...oh right," I manage to stutter out. My eyes glimpse his face momentarily. He's smirking. "Do I want to go in your room?" I ask, not even daring to look into his bedroom yet.
"Probably not, but the bathroom is safe. I just want to quickly warn you that I've been trying to find things and so it's a bit messy," he admits with a sheepish smirk. I narrow my eyes and walk in cautiously. My eyes widen in shock and I'm pretty sure I'm to faint. The neat freak in me can't stand the sight of it. There's stuff everywhere! It's so messy I can't even see the floor – or his bed. Where did he even sleep? I can't see anything but books, clothes, and junk.
"How could someone make their bedroom so dirty in so little time?" I inquire through gritted teeth, remembering how long it took me to sweep and tidy it up a few days ago while he was out killing remnants of the Witches army. I glare up at him. He smirks.
"Please don't kill me. I lost my sword and so I had to find it which meant that I had to pull everything out," he explains while casually putting his arm around my shoulder. I shrug it off. I can't allow this type of behaviour. If someone walks past the room and sees us then I will be in so much trouble.
"I'm going to have a bath. See you soon and thank you again," I say whilst climbing over piles of mess just to get to the door of the bathroom. Once I'm safely in, I close the door and lock it. The spoilt dress grips to my skin as I slip it off my body before I toss it into the dirty clothes pile. Once the bath is full, I let my body soak in the hot water. It's nice for a change; the water in the Great River is usually freezing. After about ten minutes, I decide to get out; just in case King Peter wants the bathroom for anything. I put on my clothes quickly and throw my hair up into a messy bun.
I look decent. I put my shoes on fast and open the door to the horrendously, messy bedroom allowing my eyes to only look at the wall. Someone has to clean this mess up and it's not going to be me. I get out of the bedroom quickly and start to make my way down the hallways. What is there to do? I stroll around the castle casually, checking the pictures and mantelpieces to make sure they're free of dust at the same time before deciding to go and clean the spare bed chambers. I go down stairs to the lounging area after I've finished and sit down on one of the many white sofas that surround the room. I just need a few minutes to relax before lunch service begins.
"Ashley!" Malina yells while running up to me and giving me an awkward hug. I half smile in response.
"Hello, what's going on?" I ask curiously. She seems over excited – more so than usual. She takes a seat next to me and is immediately into gossip mode; a very bad thing if you ask me personally.
"What's going on with me? What's going on with you? What did the High King talk to you about last night? All of us saw him talking to you about something," she asks me excitedly. What does she mean 'all of us saw'? No! No! NO! "Narnia to Ashley," she says as she shakes me out of my reverie.
"Who saw?" I ask, snapping my head in her direction. She smiles.
"Relax, by 'us', I mean Em, Kab, Cabigail, Mira, Rie, Tammy, and Lara; you still didn't answer my question though. What did he say to you?" she asks. I swear she's about to burst.
"Yes, what did he say?" seven voices agree from behind me making me jump. I spin around only to notice all my friends leaning in over the edge of the white lounge expectantly. Great. So much for keeping it quiet.
"Well, if you must know, he asked me out on a date for tomorrow night," I reply in a whisper. I can't risk anyone else hearing me. They squeal in excitement. I try my best to hush them, but to no avail. They need to calm down. It's only a date! It's not like we're going to get married right off the bat or anything; although...
"Girls! Will you keep it down? This is not a ladies gossip club." I glance into the hallway. An older, female, centaur servant is standing at the doorway. Her grey hair is neatly placed into a bun on the top of her head and her arms are filled to the brink with clothes. She raises an eyebrow before she shakes her head. I think I hear her muttering something like "girls these days!" as she digs her hand into the pile and pulls out my long, yellow dress. She throws it over to me before walking away. I catch it and neatly place it next to me.
"You might have to have a secret romance," Emolise whispers excitedly once she's gone. For some odd reason, that actually sounds like fun and it's also sort of what I have in mind; especially since King Peter has to make up some sort of story to get out of the castle tomorrow night.
"Yes, you might have to have make-out sessions in closets and secret dates, just like you hear in romance books! Forbidden love; it's so romantic!" Kabella exclaims. I can't help the blush that comes over my skin at the thought of any of that happening.
"But what happens if Starstone finds out (or any of the elders for that matter). They will not agree with you courting the High King, in fact, they'll fire you instantly!" Henrietté exclaims worriedly. I haven't really thought much about that, but, now that she mentions it, it is true. The elders definitely won't agree.
"Yes, but what if they fire you and then the High King asks you to move into the castle with him," Tamilla suggests, smiling. That would be cool, but somehow, I don't think King Peter would ask me to move in. I'm the complete opposite of him. These are all great ideas. Most of them I haven't even considered.
"I'm not going to get fired, girls. We will just have to have secret romance," I state simply. They all awe dramatically. I laugh. If someone walks past us right now and hears this, they will probably think that we are all freaks.
"You have to tell us everything on Saturday. Promise?" Malina asks. I close my eyes in despair at the thought of having to express everything to them.
"Fine." If I don't pass out on the night and ruin everything. She smiles.
"Yay, I can't wait for Saturday!" Malina exclaims, while grabbing my friend's hands. They all leave the room, chatting, obviously, about King Peter and I, leaving me sitting by myself. I hope nothing happens tomorrow night so that I don't have to embarrass myself on Saturday. That would be horrible!
The end of the day comes quickly, leaving me far behind at the beginning of it. I can't believe I got myself into this horrible mess. If I tell them and someone overhears, I will die a slow painful death. My lips turn down into a frown. Something is going to happen tomorrow night. I can feel it in my bones.
I get home late and by late, I mean three am. I am only going to get two hours sleep and, for me, that is a horrible thing, considering that I have a date tomo – I mean today and work at six am. I get in my bed and, for some odd reason, I can't quite make myself fall asleep. It's driving me absolutely insane! Usually when I get home this late, or early I should really say, I tend to fall asleep instantly, so it's weird that I'm not. Maybe if I just close my eyes I'll fall into a slumber. The most peculiar thing happens though. Five pictures suddenly pop into my head. The first one is of the glorious Lion, Aslan. He's nodding his head slowly. Up and down, up and down; his golden mane bouncing along joyfully. He's smiling happily. It's sort of starting to make me dizzy.
The second image is of Starstone. She's shaking her head in disapproval. I wonder why? The third illustration is of my parents. They are smiling at me joyfully and crying. That definitely is a weird frame. My parents were strong people. The only time I ever saw them cry was when a close, family friend died. I try to get that one out of my head for it's starting to make my eyes well up.
The fourth picture is of all my friends. They're all squealing their heads off. Strange, the only time they ever do that is if I tell them something exciting. There's nothing I can think about that would make them so excited though. Oh well!
The last image is my favourite by a long shot. It's of King Peter and he has the most breath-taking smile on his face. Just looking at this image makes my heart skip a beat. He has his arms crossed and he's laughing. I don't know why I have these images; they just appear out of thin air. I open my eyes. This is the most bizarre thing that has ever happened to me. I shake my head while sitting up. I touch my forehead experimentally. I don't have a fever or anything. I grimace before I lay back down and close my eyes again, hoping I might get to sleep instead of having the peculiar images again.
A sudden picture flashes into my mind as soon as I close my eyes. I'm wearing a white, long, wedding dress with a long, silk veil. My hair is all curled and has threads of white flowing through each individual little curl. I'm holding a bouquet in my left hand and my right hand is holding hands with – King Peter! He's wearing a black tunic and looks stunningly gorgeous. There's a priest standing in front of us too. I flash my eyes open quickly.
This is the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me. I mean, why in Narnia would I be having pictures of King Peter and I getting married? That will never happen. We are from two completely different worlds. I'm from the poor society, the society that has to work up to twenty hours a day just to get food on the table. King Peter is from the royal society, the society that gets anything and everything they want exactly when they want it. There is no way he will ever want to marry me.
A lonely tear escapes its confines and rolls down my cheek at that thought. Why am I crying over this? I am so stupid! I start punching my pillow, trying to release all the anger I suddenly have over the situation. I know it's stupid; I just have to let it out on something. I groan in utter frustration. Why, oh why, do I ever have to be a servant? If I wasn't I wouldn't be in all this trouble right now. I freeze on the spot. Did I just think that? No, no I didn't. I sigh at my thought processes and close my eyes, willing myself to sleep. "Please, I just want to go to sleep!" I shout out to no one in particular. As soon as I say that though, I find myself falling onto my pillow and getting zapped into a dream about nothing in particular.
