I lay in the inn's bed. It's nearly midnight and exhaustion keeps creeping up on me. But I can't sleep. I want these hours to last as long as possible because as soon as soon as the sun rises, everything I've ever wanted will be destroyed.
And it's all because of a lie. But the lie's not even mine.
I stand up and walk over to the door. After putting on my shoes, I walk out of the room and inn and then onto the street. The palace isn't far from here and I can make it on foot in a half an hour. I have to see him. I have to make him know I didn't do this.
Fairly soon I can see the palace. It's the shift change, so no musketeers are guarding the gate. As I walk back toward a wall, I can see that a light is on. I know it's his. Using the vines and foliage, I climb up and ease myself on to the balcony connected to Louis's room. I stealthily open the door. A candle is on the desk and the bed is made. But no Louis.
I walk inside the room. Then I feel it:
A knife pressed against my throat.
(A/N: Well, there's chapter four. The next chapter will be a bit longer.
And I'm not sure when I'll update This Life Ahead of Me. It's definitely not ready to be published because it's a freaking mess.
Well, bye!
Weatherbug02)