A Royal Pain in the Ball ✓

Chapter 13 - The Maze of Rose

She escaped. Out of the door, the door automatically replied with a quiet clasp as she searched around and decided to explore the palace. Or a castle.

She felt weak. Her energy drained as she felt she hadn't moved that much in days. Or even how many days she had slept. To which she estimated to be around 2. Not too much, but it certainly was a bit over for her stature and small being.

The room reached tall in height. Much too royal for her to live, or sleep in. Again. She felt comfort, but it was not the type of house nor color she would choose if offered.

The path to the garden was hard. The road was like a maze of bushes, and she figured it would be hell to figure her way back into her room- or at least, his room of vacancy which she sudden woke up to int he middle of the sun dawn.

She sighed. She did not expect her newly formed idea to go like this. Her escapee- or a getaway from a stranger room and totally not to her liking.

She didn't like the garden. She sniffed and scrunched her nose. The roses would figuratively pierce her finger with their thorns, but- even though she liked the smell. As the wants of roses and ground of soil entered her nose. As she frowned looking at bushes around covering her mere existence- as it was as well hard enough for her trying to return to her room. Much for the same embarassment for when she tried to get back to her solitary table during the party the other night. For directions or sense of mapped paths are not her forte- not even the slightest clue where she had been or where she was clearly existing at.

She escaped. Out of the door, deliberately. The door that automatically replied with a quiet clasp as she searched around and decided to explore the palace. Or castle.

She had travelled the rose gardened grounds.

It felt weird.

Maybe it was just a new place that she has just discovered and stepped into- by herself- on her own two feet and it was just a new sight and taste of experience. To her at least.

And now she didn't know what to do. Again. To an extent she wanted to pull her hair out or search the google for direction or locations, to which she couldn't since she forgot where she left her cell. To what she didn't know how to react by now- or the usual bypass ordinary action which is to act normal and calmly in her shoes.

Which doesn't work.

Or a new realm. Her mind reminded her.

And a response that she swatted and ignored. To which it couldn't be real.

Someone saw her. She noticed. She felt her mortal heart skip a beat and her soul almost running away as it was sudden.

Too sudden as she saw a man in black and white. Appeared old, mindedless
and majestic. He shocked her, to of not his intention, and he didn't move.

She wanted to ask for help, but his mere expression made her freeze and detain the urge to talk, or even walk up to him.

She smiled.

He froze, as his face muscles got tense and frozen- to the ground as he thought of her as an intruder. She also thought. She knew she wasn't supposed to be here. She regretted that she asked the man to go out together, and she had escaped secretly from the mere thought of him coming back that the long limousine's ready. Or even a gigantic car that would take her to the mall. Or an expensive building that would shame her already..

She looked down.

Pink dress.

Transparent, and she swore she could almost see her insides.