The Lost Princess

VIII

King Edward
I sat across from her, with officials and guards blocking the door. Her lips formed into a pout, and her arms were crossed on her chest.

"I'm not saying a word," she remarked.

I sighed, "Emerald, listen.."

"NO, YOU LISTEN! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO ASHLYN. JUST BECAUSE I GOT IRRITATED AND SAID SOME WORDS THAT INCLUDED HER NAME, DOESN'T MEAN I WAS ENVLOVED WITH HER BEING KIDNAPPED!" Emerald screams. I rub my ears, and she returns to her regular position.

"Where were you the night Ashlyn was taken?" an official asked.

"I was a YEAR OLD. I WAS PROBABLY POOPING ON MY DIAPER SOMEWHERE!" she remarks.

"You don't have to scream," I say, "I just want answers. Do you know what the last war was about?"

She shook her head, "No. AND I AM NOT SCREAMING."

"Your father wanted to take control of all the kingdoms. He attacked Amster in broad daylight and killed the king. He plans to overthrow us. One by one. Getting rid of Ashlyn was the first step. Now, admit to it and we will let you go," I say, calmly.

Her bottom lip quivers, "Ok, I admit. My father did TALK about overthrowing and making all of us one big empire. But, I DID NOT help him in any way, shape, or form. I JUST WANT TO GO HOME!"

I nod, "Ok, Emerald. No need to get upset about anything." I motioned my head towards the guards, who clasped her armpits.

"Where am I going," she cried, dryly, her voive gone from screaming.

"Home," I snapped my fingers and the guards dragged her away. I checked my watch. It had only been six minutess she was easy to crack.

Ashlyn
Amelia led me through the beige hallways and up a set of gold stairs. I stopped when I saw a room that was all pink. There were two pink and white bassinets in the middle of the room. I could see dollhouses and a lot of plush animals. I felt someone grip my hand and pull me away. Amelia stood me in front of two French doors that had a name written on it. Ashlyn, the doors read.

She nodded at me, so I open the door. I walk in a gasp. The room is painted maroon with a huge window. The window had a sitting edge with a long maroon cushion on it with gold pillows. There were dark hardwood floors that had a maroon mat where the window was.

There was a huge bed with maroon sheets draped across it. There was an assortment of pillows by the headboard, and the bed was made of dark wood. The bed had a overhang transparent curtian. "It's beautiful," I gasp.

Amelia nods, "I will give you a tour tomorrow. But now, it's time for bed."

She walks out of the room, "Night."

I nod and lay on my bed. I think about what my new life will be like and then, I fall asleep.