The next day they were in the castle bedrooms that sat at the top of the tower, overlooking their humble town of Malooma. The beds were quite grand. Glorious lace curtains draped over the beds and both were queen size. Sara was laying in bed, very sedate while Kat rambled on about the errant king.
"Is it so ludicrous to think," said Kat " that a woman can have the will and right to choose between slavery and freedom?"
"Well Kat, we have only just become women, I mean father-"
"He doesn't deserve to be called father. He's such an errant, temperamental, contemptible, silly little, promise-breaker!" yelled Kat in a very adamant tone.
"Calm down," said Sara a little less sedate, "think of mother."
Kat shook out of her rage.
"Fine," she said, in an understandably upset fashion. They went back to reading.
Later that day, they both went to the market. That was their way of sneaking out to practice fighting.
"We have to denounce the king somehow." Sara said in determination.
So at night, they snuck out once more, slaying monsters on their way to Git's house. They carried baskets of bread, mutton, and water.
"Here," said Sara as they got to Git's house. She handed Git one of the baskets. Then, they escaped through the night. They were now, all but ghosts of Malooma.
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Dark Horse
AdventureSara and Kat Cortex live in the soaring castles of the kingdom of Malooma. As princesses, they have to not only battle dragons but the harsh stereotypes of their world. Special thanks to the others who made this book come alive: Evagline Zemenia, Ma...
