Well, I guess it's not that bad. It's not like they know how I'm really not suppose to be here, or if they even really care. I mean really, how would they know beside the fact that I'm the wrong race, language, and have no knowledge of this land?

That honestly sounded better in my head than when I wrote it. The only real explanation for anything like that is that I'm illegally here.

Or I'm a Slave.

Well, I guess it's better than nothing. Slave. Pretend to be demure. Got it.

I walked up to the palace and used the golden chain to knock on the door.

The palace looked ok. It was definitely still being finished and in a more simple style than what it used to be. The foundation of the building seems very...regal and elegent. Then placed on top of that is just this ordinary stone. It's sturdy, don't get me wrong. It's definitely enough to stop unwanted intruders from getting into the building, but it just looks like a castle more than a palace now. There's just nothing that screams Prince to it anymore.

"Excuse me, can I help you?" asked a very impatient servant at the door.

I blushed, of course this man had been waiting at the door watching me assess their home this entire time and didn't say a word.

Can you say terrorist? Great!...And now, I'm just standing here looking even more like an idoit because I'm thinking instead of speaking. Wow, I've got this shy, demure part down pat.

"I'm sorry," I stumbled out. "I was just looking at the palace. I've never been here before and I was just cur--"

"If you want to look then look. Next time just do it quietly." He simply stated and shut the door.

When it rains, it pours. And somehow I just seem to keep getting this pouring of rain. So, I pull on the chain again and, obviously, this very same man comes back still quite curt to the point of rudeness, but were I him I'd probably be quite mad too.

"I'm sorry, no I'm here because I have a delivery from my store. I'm from Νεκροταφείο. Someone here ordered some more incense, flowers, and a dozen small statues of the Hag?" I said all of this as quickly as I could in case he wouldn't believe me and was going to shut the door again.

He looked a little suspicious but decided to open the door all the way and let me in which was something I honestly wasn't expecting. I thought he would just take the bag and let me go. What else was I there to do? I'm just a delivery girl, and not very good at it which is quite evident since I keep getting into trouble for not making enough stops through my day back at the store. They won't let me go, because then they'd have to actually pay someone else a decent wage in order to get them to do it, but if I could go faster it would "really help out."

The man left. A while ago actually. I have no idea where to, but neither do I really care. I just want to leave and go back to my little shack next to the docks.

"Hello there! What are you here for?" asked a passing gentleman.

"I have no idea. I just want to leave though." I laughed a little from frustration.

He looked at me, "Well, the door's right there," and pointed behind me

"I know, but I'm actually here making a delivery of prayer items and the man that answered the door seems to have left me. So, I guess I'm stuck until I find someone willing to take these items to the person that ordered them." Well, that was probably the most I've ever said to anyone in this entire land-mass. I blame it on the paranoia I'm feeling. I don't like taking risks, on anything. And right now my goal is to sneak up and walk right out from under the king's nose.

"Well, who was it that ordered them, that is if I may ask?" he asked me and then smiled.

"It says that it's for the King so if you know his personal servant or anyone like that who is willing to take it from me. It would really be appreciated." Then I smiled too. There was something about the contrast of his dark skin and white teeth that made his smile seem even more charming.

"Actually, you can just give it straight to me and I'll be quite pleased with that." He laughed and continued, "I don't seem to have a personal servant quite yet either, but these items and the quickness of your response is greatly appreciated also. I think I only ordered these yesterday."

Ok, I guess I shouldn't have reacted quite in the same fashion as I did, but it really was all that I could think of doing...I laughed...histerically. It's not like I thought he was joking or anything but just the irony and the trouble I am in now. It was all too much for me, so I just broke down laughing. And he just looked at me like I was the strangest thing he'd ever seen, took his items, and walked away.