Katrina and I held on to each other in shock.
"Oh dear, you think he fell down?" She said, holding tightly on to me."Maybe he tripped" I said reassuring her. I didn't want her to feel scared on her birthday. "I'm sure Harry is looking for you. Don't worry, I'm sure the guards will explain everything " I said and smiled. I don't know if I said that for her or for me.
But I knew this was no accident.
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I was walking the corridor that led to my room. But I had the suspicion someone was following me. And I believe I know who it is.
"Does Jessica know you're here?" I said.
There was silence.
"I know it's you. Don't hide from me." I said and after awhile Ethan came out. "Ah there you are! It's much better to talk when we can see each other isn't it?" I said.
He looked upset. "Why are you here?" He said.
"I could ask you the same" I said and he glared at me.
"Very well, If you must know I was heading to my room" I said. "Now if you want to go to the party I could show you the way"
"No need, I know this castle like the back of my hand. I was a butler in training as well." He said.
"Ah I thought I knew you from somewhere. You're the kid that wanted to leave" I said.
"And you're the kid with the anger problems. Isn't it, Dante?" He said.
I glared at him. "Yes, yes I was. Now is there anything else, or..?" I said.
"Let me tell you something. I don't know what it is you want. But stay away from Jessica, if you so much harm her I will-"
"Are you threatening me Mister Ethan? I wouldn't recommend it. You see, I don't know why you have those absurd ideas, but I would never hurt her. But as you well saw we have a murderer among us, and if you so much as touch me, well.. they might think that you're the murderer. If you aren't already" I said.
"W..what's THAT supposed to mean?!" He said.
"You heard me. You and everyone in that ballroom are suspects. Even the king." I said. "Now if you'll excuse me I have things to do" I turned around, entered my room and closed the door.
I could hear him curse on the other side of the door.I changed into another suit. "The third dance will come later eh? I wonder what else" I mumbled to myself while looking in the mirror. "That girl...Jessica... What am I feeling? Lust, Desire, or perhaps love?.." I sighed. What I wouldn't give to see her without the mask. "Maybe I could..." I started thinking. "Yes she'll like that."
I said and made my way to the ball.---
Katrina went to speak with her guards. I watched a few people start to panic. The guards explained that it was just an accident.
"Ummm... the third dance is about to start. Let's make it a bit different shall we? Let's dance in the garden." Katrina said trying to calm everyone.
After a few minutes everyone agreed.
I stood at the dance floor waiting for Dante or Ethan. I saw Ethan walk down the stairs and pass by the guard. He still doesn't react to seeing them.
I explained what happened and we both made our way to the garden. On the way, I saw Dante.
He went to my side. "Everything alright my lady?" He asked.
"Sort off.. you see.." I whispered to him. "Another murder happened." I said.
He looked at me. "Ah so that's what people been talking about...how unfortunate." He said.
I looked at him. "Oh you changed your clothes" I said.
"Ah yes, I was preparing myself for the third dance, which i see is now being held at the garden" He said looking at everyone.
"Ah yes. I think it's quite lovely. I've always loved that garden." I said smiling.
"You've been there before?" He asked, looking at me.
"Well yes, ever since I was a child." I said. "It's been a few years since I last came here." I said and looked down.
"Why's that? If I may ask." He said.
"I.. don't like telling that story.." I kept looking down.
"I'm terribly sorry my lady" He said and held my hand. "I won't ask again"
"No..it's ok...maybe one day I'll tell you" I said and smiled.
"I'd like that" He said and smiled.
We arrived at the garden, where the third dance will be held.
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Shall We Dance?
Mystery / ThrillerHow does it feel to be trapped with a murderer? Or worse yet, How does it feel to know that the only way out is locked and the only way it'll open is if the killer is caught...or if enough people die by his or her hands. This is what Jessica, a poo...