My eyes slowly drift open and instantly close to the blinding light that floods through. I hear voices. Slower than I would have liked my ears focused on the sounds. They were speaking in hushed voices, muffling screams with what I think is pillows. A lady speaks "I told you NOT to grab anyone in this one, all you had to was locate the room- undetected- and get out. Next thing I know the queen, THE QUEEN, of all people, is lying in a hospital bed at base! I can't believe you Joziah! Why, why would you do that?!" "Because we didn't find it, on our way out we saw them walking towards a wall. We thought that if he would tell anyone it would be her. She may be the queen, but she's weak, you saw how much she cried when that girl got caned. We could have gotten the king but he is always playing it cool, he'll be hard to crack. All she has to do is sneak into the palace, steal the-"he broke off when I accidentally let out a gasp at the word 'steal'. I wasn't stealing anything from myself. My eyes finally opened and I saw a girl no older than me, with sun-tanned skin, vibrant green eyes, and jet-black hair, styled in a pixie cut. The guy was lean, with soft blue eyes, sandy blond hair and a long pointy nose. They stared at me with surprised eyes. The girl recovered first, "leave us Joziah, I need to clear up some things with the girl." With a small nod and a look that said we'll finish this later, he left. "How much did you hear?" she asked when the door closed, "not much," I lied, "I heard All she has to do is sneak into the palace, steal the." "Good that's a relief. Now to make sure you're alright I have to ask some questions. Number one, name?" "America Schreave," I said confidently, she just stared, "so your claiming to be the queen, number two, does this hurt?" she grabbed a pin and stabbed me, I yelped. "Good, good," she said with a smug smile. We went on like this for hours. Eventually she left me to wallow in the pain and to think about what they said. I thought about stealing the crown or my tiara or even one of Gregory Iellá's diaries. It gave me chills. In the end I decided they want a diary and dreamed of Maxon.