I almost lose hope.
Tears start to spill as I wonder how much of a moron I can be.One facile task. Loads of chances. I was even lucky with all these events.
The first time, we were alone and under an attack. I could've easily murdered him and escaped.
Those past three days. I was literally stuck in the castle with him. Not to mention, even if I didn't escape, I could still play the innocent, as attacks are still on going.
And most importantly, yesterday. I had him wrapped around my finger, drunk and alone. Hell, I've even secured an escape.
My eyes prick with tears. I lean on one of the statues guarding the fireplace.
Click.
The grape one of the statues is holding tips to the side. And shortly after, some stones shift and a small vent is revealed.
I quickly dry my eyes and crawl in.
This time the tunnel was bigger.
It kept getting taller as you progress through it, to the poing where I could fully stand up.Like the other tunnel, it was cold and gloomy inside.
I wish I had something more on me other than the yesterday's dress, that I didn't bother taking off.I reach a point where other tunnels join in into an enormous one.
Who took the time to build this and why? I think to myself.I have absolutely no idea where I'm going.
I take turns just as I wish, hoping that they would lead me somewhere useful.After a couple of minutes, three branches extend from the main tunnel I was in.
I take a couple of seconds inspecting them.
One in particular holds my attention.
It's got the royal family flag.
And so naturally, I go there.
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Historical FictionAn assassination. A monarchy. A depriving love. Augustine amongst her crew ride along a quest. A quest to assassinating a prince. A hazardous menacing game that brings forth feelings blurred by lines of what is and what isn't. Only to have the large...