Chapter 19-Your Majesty

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Jennie did not understand what the "Ruby Jane," was. It sounded oddly familiar to her ears, but time played a role in her forgetfulness. She tilted her head and waited for the old woman to explain more.

The grandmother's leathered lips pulled into a fragile, concerned smile. Her eye softened, the skin so old, it sunk over the light grey of her pupils. She folded her hands in front of her, revealing tarnished gold bracelets. There were even a few beaded ones, of all sorts of colors, adding a mystic touch to her abrupt presence.

"Like mother, like daughter, both of you have chosen a fate that goes against heaven's wishes."

Jennie blinked. "You knew my Mother right? What—"

"You see, your mother once stood in these very hallways, chasing after the darkness, whilst forgetting she was a child of the light."

Jennie's brows drew together. The old woman spoke in confusing circles. Child of the light? She opened her mouth to speak more, but the grandmother placed a weathered finger over her lips.

"The more you speak, the more the sinners hear you."

Jennie was bewildered. Sinners...? But the only two people that went down this hallway was Aunt Eleanor and the gentleman in black and white. Who was this woman referring to?

"If you wish to remain in the past, then you can continue walking backward."

But Jennie had been walking forward the entire time...

"There," the old woman pointed over Jennie's shoulders.

Jennie turned her head and looked. Sure enough, the dark hallway had a glimmer of light. It seemed the double doors were open by a small crack. But when she glanced back to thank the grandmother, the woman was nowhere to be found.

A chill ran down Jennie's back. She was unfamiliar with this place and its bizarre people.

"T-thank you," she finally managed to stutter out.

Spinning on her heels, Jennie rushed down the hallways and towards the double doors. Her hands lightly pushed it open, and her eyes widened in surprise.

The ballroom was empty.

Where did everyone go?

Jennie stepped out of the darkness and into the light. She peered around the enormous ballroom, with its expensive curtains and ever-expanding ceilings. When she peered up, she saw the beautiful depictions of angels and gods. Soft, rolling clouds of cotton, faded pastel dresses mingled with white, golden trimmings, everything about this place was picturesque.

Except, when she blinked, the angels spurted wings of black, as little horns flicked upon their golden-hair. Suddenly, the gods and goddesses were at war, their beautiful smiles twisted into sneers.

"What..."

Just as she blinked again, everything went back to normal.

Jennie was afraid. She had just walked down a haunting hallway then returned to an empty ballroom. What exactly had happened?

In the corner of her eyes, she noticed a few servants hurriedly walking into the ballroom. Their footsteps were light and quiet, moving with great ease and efficiency. They carried brooms, mops, buckets of water, dust fluffers, vacuums, and so on.

"U-uhm, excuse me..." Jennie trailed off as she approached one of them. Men and women alike wore pants, as it was easier to move around in.

"Oh goodness," the male servant breathed out.

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