Chapter 14 - Strawberries

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Now where was it again?

She had not found it.

This was too hard.

And maybe she had started to regret it.

A whole lot. Maybe.

She'd said, she would have to look into it. More of it so, it was a f***** curse.

It has to be somewhere. As she trudded with her gown, holding it and sufficiently and having difficulties to walk on her own with her gown dressed down to the ground, made it harder for her heels to walk and her feet to move around.

But she had to make it. It was only a few steps til' she made it to the kitchen. And it was a long. Hallway.

And it didn't help that all of the royals, women and man looked to be succubuses, that could suck her soul and blood right out of her. Ashame. She was too afraid. They all looked like demons from the underground, most underground of hell that just came up and attended a party, lavish gala itself- for the sake of it, wearing pretty dresses and handsome suits.

She pranced as she made her way as she held both sides of her dresses. It was a bit.. flowy, and had a curve to it.

They all just looked too gorgeous, and too intimidating. That she had to look at them and pass them by if she ever had them look at her.

And now where was the kitchen?

Hoping there was a map, she failessly dragged herself across the ball floor.

Where was the kitchen?

She huffed. Her breath getting short. But it was not like she needed breathing anyway. She had no reason to be in a rush, nor be smart on where to find the fucking door of entrance. And she had no senses on where the hot aroma throughout the doors- somewhat.

And perhaps it was time for her to go through the hallways and search for the single entry into the kitchen.

It might take hours.

She got to go.

She was curious.

She was leaving Cain behind. And maybe he is in a frantic right now. But she no longer have a sense for it, she had to go.

"I just want you to be safe.." He spoke, and an awe look seeped into his eyes that almost melted her, or entraced her in a way.

Yeah, right.

As she looked around, her eyes sweeping on across the dance floor, the dancing bodies might be the ones distracting her-- mind you it was a large floor and a large area-- but she finally found and figured on what to be a door, or a maybe exit hole to another- the corner.

"Hello?" She spoke. Of course there was no one there. Of course it was stupid. As she peeked, and through her head, she saw nothing. As she felt dumb as she continued on, and walked to what to be a short hallway. It was a passage in dornish wood, vintaged and thick wood. Looked majestic- mostly in its primetime or some sort, paintings as it hung across, of previous predecessors and mostly achievements of heroes. That she walked, as she heard her heels accompanying her as she did, making her way as she held her two front hems. It might have been a little bit of a habit.

"And I think that's me next to you."

And she almost rolled her eyes at him at that she heard it echoed.

As she walked, and saw bustling.

As she walked, came closer to see a bustling of walking heads from the scenery before her.

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