Once Upon A [Hidden] Time - [Stolen] Series IV

CHAPTER 19

STEVE
19 JUNE 2015

"How about..." She stood up from the bed again. "We look for this library?"

"The way to the library is from the King's chamber, which has yet to be discovered."

"So, let's look for a clue." She flashed a smile at me. "One thing at a time. When we are here, we dig for the library, and when we are outside, we search for Jasmine's identification."

When I stood up from the bed, my mobile started ringing. It was Tyler, calling from California. I guess he wanted to discuss things related to the game. "Excuse me," I said, tapping my phone, as I walked towards the window to get a signal.

After discussing the game with Tyler, I hung up the phone and noticed DC Khan lying on Edward's bed on her stomach, regarding the sketches again. She was examining them as if she was some art historian who had original works of Botticelli and was trying to find clues inside the drawings. The way she was studying, I could sense she envied Myra. Any girl would envy her and gladly take her place, knowing she might become a queen one day. But at what cost? Losing all these modern technologies, which were once a luxury even a hundred years ago?

I remember one time, we were filming a night scene in Edward's chamber when Myra had come out of the washroom, mumbling something. "What happened?" I had asked her.

"Don't you sometimes feel that these washrooms are like the ghost walks of Halloween?"

I laughed at her comment. "Welcome to the medieval era."

"I can't imagine keeping a piss pot under my bed," she said, making a sour face. "I mean, really...how could you sleep knowing you peed in a pot that lies under the bed the whole night until a maid takes it away in the morning?"

"And imagine: what if you have to pee again in the night?" I added, fuelling her irritation, which made me laugh harder. "Or if you wanna shit in the pot already filled with piss—"

"Stop it, Steve," she shouted, covering her ears. "You're gross."

"Who started it?" I kept laughing.

"Well, I'm sorry, I didn't know you had a disgusting imagination," she grumbled.

"What's disgusting?" I asked. "You're the one who fancies living in the medieval era."

She glared at me, arms crossed over her chest.

"Now imagine, you're staying in this room with Edward," I said, noticing her expression, which suddenly changed at his name. The ghost had certainly impacted her mind. "And you have to get up and pee in the middle of the night." She still glared at me, her eyes following me like a hawk, as I walked about the room. "And here is your piss pot." I motioned under the bed. "What will you do?" I stopped walking. "Pee in the pot, or take the ghost walk down to the toilet?"

"I will not drink any water after sunset, so I won't have to pee," she answered, making a sour face again.

"Really?"

"Really!" she narrowed her gaze at me.

"And what if you're having a baby in that era, your fetus continuously pressing against your bladder—"

"All right!" She raised her arms. "You win. I don't fancy it anymore."

"You're not practical; that's your problem," I argued. "You just like to stay in your own bubble."

"And you have done a perfect job in bursting my bubble," she scowled, which made me laugh again.

Perhaps I chuckled at the thought of her, which made DC Khan look up and gather the papers to put them back in the journal.