War of Faeries

Chapter 36

I pass by Matthew in the hall with a nod. He was on his way to the royals and I am on to the gate. Matthew avoided me, and I avoided him. Neither of us know what to do, or where to go. We only had so much time to figure things out between us, and I had just a short amount of time to full fill my mission. To find the missing people. To understand what has happened to the missing people.

I was wearing a ruby red dress that falls to my knees, and a black corset on top. With the black cloak with the hood up gave me the illusion of a lady of the night, trying to leave the palace before too many people were going about their day. Only issue with the role I am trying to sell is the sun has already risen, and the palace is already active.

The guards at the gate pause at my appearance. I keep my head hung low as their puzzled stares stay on my longer than I would like. I let my hair fall in front of my face, blocking everything from view except my painted ruby red lips.

"Papers?" one questions, and I drag my lace gloved hand to my chest. I give them a show as I pull out a piece of paper that tells them who I am. The paper I forged, the one that would let me into the house I needed to get into, and the one that would allow me to leave the cage I am trapped in.

The guard grunts as he looks over the paper and hands it back to me. He waves his hand signaling me forward as one of them opens the gate. I tuck the paper back into my dress and close my cloak as I leave the palace.

I take several steps outside the palace walls before I hear someone shouting from inside. I keep my head hung low and quicken my pace. I wasn't about to look back and blow my cover, and I certainly wasn't going to blow my cover by running away.

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I made it to the town I needed to. I made it to the one place I could find the missing men. I went to the whore house. Or more commonly known as Miss Pearls House for Girls its name gave the illusion of safety, but everyone eventually learns about its true nature, about what it really is.

I enter the threshold passing several girls that are far too young to be working this kind of job. They don't spare me a glance as I pass by. Several older women are working inside the building, and I look away. Memories flooding my mind. I knew it would happen, I knew I would have to be strong to walk into these walls. But I underestimated how strong I would have to be.

I walk around passing by both working and not working women, while on my hunt for Miss Pearl. I walk up the stairs once I realize she isn't down here. I mean why would she be down here? There is no reason for her to be. She wasn't one of the working girls of the night, and even if she was she wouldn't be working now.

The floor boards creak underneath me as I head down the hall. Most of the doors I pass are closed, and the ones that are open are empty. I tune out the snores and other noises from the rooms with the doors closed, and continue down the hall. I slow to a stop when I have reached the end of the hall.

"Last time you were here Sebastian came looking for you. And we both know how disastrously that ended. Please tell me he knows you are here." I sigh out of my nose, of course the one person I was looking for would be the one to sneak up behind me.

"He knows that I am here." I tell her, turning halfway around.

She narrows her eyes at me, not believing me. I raise an eyebrow at her, begging her to question me. We stare at each other waiting for the other person to look away first, wanting the other person to be the weak one. Eventually she looks away, not able to hold my stare.

"Come in then. No point in having this conversation out in the hall." she mutters, walking past me. She pulls a key out of her corset and shoves the door open.

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't have to be." I tell her, taking a seat across from her.

"What are you looking for this time? Or rather who? Tell me it isn't the same one as last time." she groans as she finishes her sentence. Last time I had her looking for... for someone that did not want to be found. Not by me. Not by anyone, and unfortunately he knew how I would be searching for him.

"Different person."

She nods her head, watching me. She wants information, information that wont come from the list of names I am about to read her. She wants to know who this person- or people- are to me. I stare at her, she already lost one staring battle she wasn't going to win this one.

"Well who are they, and what do you want to know?"

"I want to know if they are dead or alive. Where they are holed up." I tell her.

"They? You know the more people I look for, the more information I have to gather the more costly everything becomes." she smiles at me, meanwhile I keep scowling at her. I knew the price would be high, and yet I still came to her.

"Its not the first time we have done business together." I state.

"I want you as a working girl."

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Ugh. I feel so bad for Valarie, and I am the one writing her. Everyone just wants her to do one more thing for her, and that one thing turns into three.

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