An Assassins Escape

Chapter 6

"Your Majesty, here are the statistics. How shall we proceed?" A doctor handed the Queen a clipboard.

She frowned and asked me in her delicate, silky voice, "How do you have so many broken ribs? And fingers! What horrors have you endured to acquire this many injuries?"

All I felt was gratitude as Elma answered for me, "My Majesty, her carriage was overturned beside the Avenian River." Sadness tinted her voice, "She has lost everything."

"I call Bullshit." A figure shrouded in darkness stood in the corner of the room and prowled to where we were talking. It was damn near impossible to evade my senses like that. They walked confidently too, like Sofia. Though opposite to her sunny hair, theirs were as ebony as the midnight ocean. And unlike Sofia, they didn't bother with alluring first impressions.

"Renzo! Language, please."

"It's bullshit. She isn't the one."

"We can decide that after she's together again." The Queen muttered under her breath, "So many injuries..."

The person, Renzo, leveled a fierce glare at me that seemed to say, if you do anything stupid, your fingers won't be the only thing that's broken.

Before I could think too hard on that, the white coat's anesthetic forced me to succumb to heavy sleep. 

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the sun signaling noon, and regrettably thought I'm going to be beaten for missing breakfast.

But then I spotted the tray of fluffy pancakes, fruits, and steaming tea, and the recent events came flooding back to me. And then I thought, the fuck did I do to end up here? Sofia would laugh her ass off if she could see me now.

I inspected the well lit room, taking note of all the possible exits. The air somehow seemed fresher here, cleaner than the Isles. I felt better than I had in weeks.

"You're awake." A kind voice commented as the door clicked open. Elma entered, wearing the servant's uniform: a cotton A-line smooth skirt with a matching ivory shirt.

"I am."

She walked over to take a seat beside my bed, picking up a clipboard from the bedside table. Besides the drone of the air vents, the room was quite quiet.

She smiled when she looked up at me."You look a lot better than you did when you first came here."

"Thanks." I inched to more of a sitting position, keeping my appearance calm but racing through all of the next possible options.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions about how you feel, okay?"

"Sure." It would likely be in my best favor to answer honestly, but moving forward I should watch my tongue.

"Does your head hurt?"

"No."

"Stomach?"

I shook my head

"Are you tired or feel fatigued?"

"Nope."

Elma kept asking questions and checking boxes on the clipboard. She was so... kind. I had seldom seen people the same soft shape as her. Most people in the Isles were starving and bony.

I felt a pang of guilt stab me for leaving the people. I knew I had to, been longing to ever since mom had died.

Sofia could have left long ago if she wanted to. Could have left with me. With her cunning, she could have used the company to get to the mainland and leave everything behind. But then Ralph and the others would be stranded on the Isles. No matter how hot-tempered she was, loyalty is one of her strongest attributes.