At first look, Eliza Pariseau is a normal girl. Like all seventeen-year-old kids of her country, she goes to a boarding-school-like Prep School to start getting ready for University. But there's something that differs her from the other students: s...
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Thursday, 27th March - French Class
Today, opposed to what many judge it as impossible, I woke up early. Too early. It was barely after eight o'clock in the morning when I was already getting out of my room. The girls were still getting up, and I even met my maids in the hallway.
Michelle was the first one to see me, turning to the side with both her hands on her back to open space for me. Joan ran to join her. It would've been a very suspicious scene if the hallway hadn't been extremely empty, except for the guards.
"Don't get alarmed, I'm okay," I said as soon as I passed them. I didn't look back, but I could hear their steps starting to follow me. "I just woke up before my alarm and didn't see why to stay in bed. Come on," I called them as we reached the top of the stairs. "You don't need to make my bed." Not that I had already made it. "I have a more important task."
"Whatever you need, miss," Michelle said on my right.
"I need a new dress. Something I've never worn before."
"Would you mind telling me the occasion?" She didn't have any paper or pen in hand, but I knew she already made notes on her head. She had an impeccable memory, which now and then came in handy to me.
"The ball on Sunday!" I cried. "I completely forgot and now it's too late to have one made."
"But, your highness." As soon as Joan let out the word, the three of us stopped walking and looked around.
One guard followed us, Miles. He was closer to the top of the stairs and searched through the girl's floor for a sign of whether we had been heard.
When he shook his head no, I let out a sigh.
"I'm very sorry, miss." Joan didn't need to have said anything. Just her look of guilt was enough. "I was saying that your dress is ready."
I had barely given another step, I had just climbed down one step, but I stopped once again to stare at her. "What do you mean ready? What dress are you talking about?"
She quickly looked at Michelle before risking looking at me again. "I found a drawing in your room while tidying your things," nothing until there was wrong, but she spoke as if she were scared that I would understand it that way. "It was a purple dress, miss. And it was written that it was for the ball. I assumed that you wanted me to send it to the castle. I am so–"
"You're an angel, Joan!" I grabbed her shoulders with both of my hands. I would've even given her a hug, but she looked so scared just by my words that I thought she would've had a heart attack. "It was meant to be sent to the castle! I had forgotten! And you saved me!" I tightened my grip on her arms with affection, still considering the idea of hugging her. "What would I do without you?"
She went from scared to sheepish, her eyes on the floor, not being able to hide the pink colour of her cheeks. "I'm sure you would be okay."
"Now, remember your training." I looked around us, while Miles pretended to only guard the stairs. "There are other words besides the title that can't be said her. Castle," I whispered, "is one of them."
