Under the Water (Book 1)

Eleven

A week or "community service" and I feel like crap.

Community service is basically saying, the jobs that nobody else wants to do.

And Scarlette still hasn't visited. I keep thinking about her. It has to be because I need something from her. I try to convince myself. I don't like her she's Royal. But she is a royal. So she must know something about my mothers disappearance, and my fathers execution. I need to know.

After my shift on street litter duty, I start to head for the inner gates. If she isn't coming to visit me. Then I'll go and visit her.

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I manage to get through the gates with the "i'm an accused and reporting for a work suggestion by the one who accused me. I am expected today and if you don't let me in then it could be taken as an offense to the king himself."

Those castle guards are absolute idiots. No wonder it was so easy for someone to get in and kill of my-

not thinking about that.

I walk to the main hall and instead of heading to a waiting room for a meeting i supposedly had with the king, i feigned need of a bathroom, took a right turn instead of a left, and somehow ended up lost within 3 minutes. It was a new record. Thankfully the halls I had wandered into seemed to be and older wing of the castle and more or less forgotten. So I was safe from being noticed by any suspicious royals. I walk through the main halls a few minutes before finally looking into some rooms.

They have so much dust in them it's almost unbelievable. And here I though everything here was perfect. "Scarlette?" I quietly call her name out. I immediately wish I hadn't. What if someone heard? I sounded like an idiot.

"Can I help you sir?" A voice says behind me. I turn around, trying to come up with my cover story. It's Scarlette.

"Yes you can. Scarlette." My voice says automatically. Staring straight at the princess in front of me. Why now? I wasn't ready, she looks so beautiful, her dress gold and glittered giving her a goddess like quality.

She leads me to a sitting room that's well furnished but like every other room, old and dusty.

 "You never came back." I state as a matter of fact, when we sit down.

Scarlette flushes delicately. Delicately? What's wrong with me.

"It's only been a week." She states right back. It's my turn to flush now. That's right, a week.

"Hm. Oh yeah. Community service makes it feel like it's years."I say to cover up my embarrassment. She doesn't seem to notice anyway. She just laughs and look at me in a strange way. A strange.. longing? way. Why?

"Quinn have you had dreams about me?" She suddenly asks. I laugh, and then stop when her face poses it as a very serious question.

"Yes I have." I reply "Of our childhood. Look up Grecian house members and say my name. That is all I tell you about my childhood. What about you?" Let her hang on that.

"It's honestly a huge blur." She says her brow furrowing, for once creating a slight imperfection on her beautiful face. Yet it still seems perfect in every way... "But whenever I see you," She continues, "it almost clears up and I see things, but they are real. How does that happen?"

I just shrug, trying to take in the information. Am i just a reminder to her? Does she just see me to try and remember things about her past? Can she really not recall what I do, why did she forget in the first place...

Scarlette looks at the clock and she tenses "Quinn I really have to go. I was supposed to meet someone like two hours ago and I'm not there. Oops."

I smile and say "I might just stay here in this room if nobody comes in here. It has practically dust all over it." I look at her and say goodbye, then watch her walk out of view, don the hallway and away to the left.

Hopefully I'll see her again soon... but for now.

I sit down on and watch the dust that I disturb wave around.

Sparkling the air sliver and gray.

The sunlight shining through the windows making it gold. Gold and sparkly.

Just like her dress.