The Royal Mistake

The Royal Mistake - Chapter Five

Hey guys, sorry about it being short, I was kind of in a rush, heading to my dads soon and I felt like I should have posted the next chapter.But, thanks for reading :D Vote and comment...? If you want :) Thanks

Emilee.

Five

I watch as my mom scrambles around the room. She grabs a little shovel and runs out the door and I know she won’t have any troubles. She’s a servant she can just say she’s doing something for me but yet there’s a small part of me that’s thinking: what did you just do? Your mom could get killed or banned because of you!

I shake my head, I can’t think like that. Now, I have to find out what that note said. I walk out of mom’s room and slowly close the door behind me and head for Pierre’s room. I open the door and peek in.

      I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Thank god he’s not in here. I walk to his desk and look over it. Just a bunch of confusing papers about inventions he’s thinking of making, drawings, a couple letters. I pull the note from my shorts waist band and compare the two. The writing is identical. A small frown crosses my lips as I search his desk for the letter he was working on and cease to find it.

      I look through his dresser and sigh. Nothing. Maybe he took it with him? Then i’m out of luck. But, he couldn’t have taken it with him, he didn’t finish it yet!

      “I’ll just do one more look on his desk.” I whisper to myself. I sit in his chair and pretend I am writing a letter. Okay, so he could have knocked it off the desk? I lean over and look on the floor all around his desk. Nope, not there. I sigh and lean back and something catches my eye. It’s a juror with a lock on it.

      I lean forwards and inspect it. It’s a small lock, gold, with a little key whole on the bottom and some rust where the medal part goes into the wholes. I grab the juror handle and pull. (If you’re wondering where the lock is, he screwed in two little loops one on the juror, and one just above it and put the lock on those.) I groan when the lock doesn’t break. Okay, maybe it’s not as rusted as I thought.

      I stand up and pace. What to do, what to do, and I gotta do it before one, and before Pierre gets back! I glance at the clock. Twelve forty. I let out an agitated shriek and punch the wall.

      “Ow.” I grip my hand and cradle it by my chest, that wasn’t that smart. I glance at my knuckles and wince when I see they’re bright red and have some scrapes on them. I shake it out and a memory forms in my head. Me, walking down this hallway into a supplies closet, thinking it’s funny that there’s a hammer in it, grabbing a mop and leaving.

      I smile; a hammer should do the trick. I slip out of Pierre’s door and don’t close it behind me, just in case. I tiptoe down the hall, and shake my head. “I am way too paranoid.”

      But, if I wasn’t paranoid then someone would probably catch me. I look around me at all the closed doors that could open any minute, and then someone would catch me! My tip toeing becomes faster as my paranoia gets the better of me and by the time i’m halfway to the supplies closet i’m running. Once I reach the door I whip it open and throw myself in. I gasp for breath and place my hands on my knees, not because i’m tired but because I was scared. I straighten up and look around the small, messy room. In front of me is a bunch of scattered mops, buckets, rakes, shovels and all that kind of stuff. I look beside me where blankets and pillows are stacked. I feel kind of claustrophobic in here.

      I take a step forwards and move around the shovels, buckets and the mops to look for a hammer. If I remember correctly it’s hanging up on the wall behind these things. I push them all over and wince as they all fall onto the floor with a clatter. I stay still and listen to see if anyone comes running down the hall and continue looking when they don’t. Once I have moved everything I take a step back and scratch my arm. It’s not there.

      I turn briskly, maybe someone forgot to put it back and it’s under the blankets. I grab the pile of blankets and lift them up. My brow furrows in confusion as I don’t see it. Where could a hammer be? I go to put the blankets back and let out a shriek as the hammer falls out and almost lands on my toes. I jump backwards and it just barely misses me and lands on the floor with a clang.

      I smile as I bend over to grab it but as I straighten up I catch a view of someone walking by and almost drop the hammer but catch myself. I close my eyes and lean my forehead against the wall. Great, my one time of opportunity is ruined. I wait a couple more minutes before slowly opening the door and I look both ways. When i’m satisfied that no one’s there I walk out and close the door behind me. The hammer still in my hand. I walk towards Pierre’s door and peek in.

      No one’s in there. What? I thought I saw him walk by. I glance over my shoulder and slip in, gently closing the door behind me and walk to his desk. I hoist the hammer over my head and swing and almost fall forwards when I feel the hammer being tugged out of my hands.

      I throw my arms out and stop myself from falling, using his desk. I push myself back up and slowly turn around.

      “I’m sorry.” Pierre says and I look into his eyes and I know he is sorry. I open my mouth to ask him why when he swings the hammer at my head, but thankfully not the pointy part. The last thing I see is him dropping the hammer and grabbing me as I fall and someone else walking into the room with gorgeous brown eyes...