A Peasant and A Princess

Chapter Ten: Anger

Sorry I haven't updated this in a while. I've been working out the plot of another story, which will be a fantasy/comedy, and I was just in Mexico. Chapter 11 will be out soon.

Of course, It was the worst case scenario. Edith had somehow come to the conclusion that the issue of me sneaking out was too big of a problem for her to deal with me on her own. So she had talked to all the guards who had taken me out recently, and sent me off to my father's study.

"So you're telling me that you sneak out without guards for suspicious periods of time, have been spotted East Shrannuc, multiple times, because you wanted to walk around?"

I looked down at my white, victorian style, heeled oxfords, and nodded slightly.

"Look at me Adelaide," My father snapped.

I sheepishly looked up at him He seemed angry, which was strange. I had seen him angry before, but never because of me. He had been frustrated, annoyed, and angry at other people, but never me.

"I don't exactly care what you do, but I have a reputation to uphold, and if it's known that you're running around having affairs, it won't reflect well on me," He said, narrowing his eyes at me.

"I'm not running around having affairs! Why is it so bad that I want to know more about the people who live in the kingdom my father rules?" I spat out before I could realize that I was yelling at my father.

"Adelaide Rose, I don't want to have to deal with all your youthful silliness, but I will say this, You are banned from leaving the castle. Now go let Edith deal with you." He said firmly, before returning to whatever papers he had been reviewing earlier.

"But- You can't-" My words stumbled out. Of course he could. He could do anything.

"Please leave my study Adelaide." He said without even looking up.

I wanted nothing more than to push my gold trimmed chair with velvet coverings to the floor and stomp out of the room, but it was too hard to maneuver around the chair in my skirt. And so after I pushed the chair back, gathered my petticoats, and slid out of my chair, I stormed out of my father's office.

My heels clicked on the marble in the halls. I passed the library, and I could hear Edith calling me from there, but I continued on. I could hear Edith's shoes clicked somewhere behind mine. I think she was telling me to slow down, but I couldn't really hear anything.

I turned to one of the staircases and ran up to my room. Once I was alone, I kicked off my shoes and threw them at the door.

Why was it such a problem that I wanted to leave the cold empty halls that was supposed to be my home once in awhile? Why couldn't people just let others be?

I ate dinner in my room that night under the guise that I was ill, and before I was dressed in my nightgown, I had decided I was going to sneak out.