Pretending to be a Guard

Part 4

Carlos grins, and I smile tightly. 
"How did you know that dance? No one really does anymore." He said, and while I am sure he was trying to sound curious, I know he is a bit suspicious.
I laugh nervously. "I used to go to a very conservative dance school," I force out.
"Yes... of course, that would be it, wouldn't it?" He is clearly suspicious.
Shoot, shoot, shoot. 
Not good, Red alert, Bad. Very, very bad. I subtly feel for my dagger, reassured by its touch. 
"I should go," I back away from the prince and, at a fast pace, make my way to the balcony. No one ever goes there during ball hours. I don't really know why.
Sighing, I take out my dagger. Closing my eyes, I start to cry a little as I think of my family.
Alone. Trapped. Kept hostage. Perhaps even.. Dead. 
No. I couldn't go there. It would break me. 
"I really miss you guys," I whisper. "And I'll save you. If it's the last damn thing I do." 
A tear falls on the silver of my dagger. It's mine, unfortunately. I should never cry. Not as a guard, or as a princess who will regain her kingdom. I carefully unravel the paper covering the symbol of my kingdom engraved on the weapon. 
I want to scream, and I do. A scream of rage. I'm not concerned if anyone heard me or not. I am concerned about whether rage was enough.
Could I direct my anger towards those who deserved it? Be merciless enough to finish them, for my country?
I don't think so, but I know that when the time comes, I will have to make a choice. 
"Are you alright?" A voice asks from behind me, and I, as a reflex, lunge towards whoever spoke, keeping my dagger to the person's throat. 
"Hey! Hey, it's... Where did you get that knife?" Carlos says seriously, his eyes widening. I swear, leaping away from him.
"Apologies, your majesty," I bow, hoping to deflect his attention. "That was a reflex. Not many can sneak up on me. You must be a talented spy." 
"Evangeline," The Monirius moron ignores the sort-of-praise-sort-of-accusation I had just thrown his way. "Where. Did. You. Get. That. Knife?" His eyes suddenly flash with realization.
"It's you. You're the princess of Silarius!"
'Well, then," I smile. "Evangeline out. Tell Carletta I'm sorry about the dress," I slash the dagger across the skirt of the dress, so I can run freely with my useful pants. Just as I do such, Carlos shouts for someone, and I don't know who, since I was paying more attention to running.
"Adios!" I yell, while moving my legs as fast as I can. I speed past my friends, who seem confused. When I get away from here, I need to practice my agility, because the amount of times I almost bumped into something is actually crazy. I hear someone familiar call my name, begging me to stop but I'm not a fool. 
"Get out of the way!" I shout to the person who I was currently sprinting towards. The person turns around and I stumble back, abruptly stopping. 
"Evangeline," The woman says with happiness.
There was no way. I was shocked.
"Mom?" I whisper.