Deception

Unlikely Help

Stiles walked out of the room. His mind didn't feel quite right. It took him a moment to get himself to process what had just happened and he needed to do.

He needed to tell the Lord of Mind, maybe he wouldn't believe him but if he could convince the Lords Mistress? She seemed to have a um...liking for him.

Stiles nodded to himself before hurrying of in the Lords rooms direction.

He kept his mind focused on what he was doing and not on what had just happened. He couldn't start to doubt himself or really think about that now. It was already done and he couldn't change it, to be honest Stiles didn't want to change it and maybe that's what scared him a little.

No, not now!

Don't think about it now!

He was to scattered in his own thoughts to stop himself from bumping into another servant coming down the corridor.

"I'm so sorry" She yelped.

"That's okay, I'm okay" Stiles said quickly, noticing she seemed a little jumpy but then a servant had been killed in these walls not to long ago, why on earth would all the servants not be more aware and jumpy?

He wished he could tell her then, she didn't have to be scared anymore and it did make him feel better but he knew he had more important thing to do.

"You're going to the Lords room aren't you?" She guessed.

Stiles nodded.

"I-"

"You can't, I mean his not in there"

Stiles eyes widened at that.

"What?! Where is he?"

"Don't you know? The Lords are already here. His...his in the court room. They're all going to judge him and discuss what's been going on" She said, sounding very nervous.

Stiles cursed under his breath before asking quickly "This court room, where is it?"

She told him the directions then withou thanking her he ran of.

"Wait!" She called after him.

"Servants aren't aloud in, you can't interrupt them!" She shouted after him but it fell on deaf ears.

Stiles remembered her directions, running through corridors after corridors. Turns out the so called Court Room was pretty far away and Stiles was amazed once again at how big the Lords home was.

What he'd give to own a home like this...

He started to slow down as he got to a widening corridor. He noticed that it seemed more colourful. Instead of the general green that the Lord seemed to love that coated this District, so many colours where the focus in the corridor.

Blue, orange, red, brown and many more, including silver, which was the most prominent one, including the green.

It swirled into different colours on the carpet and the walls, as if painted on. Some even thinning and thickening, creating pictures on the walls, mostly pictures of trees and buildings that he'd seen outside in the town.

However there was something creepy about this corridor that Stiles only put his finger on when he was right in front of the golden door to the court room.

It was the Silver.

The Silver in the paintings across the walls was painted like mist, a silver mist floating across the coloured trees and buildings.

It was...a very familiar mist.

Stiles gulped. Forcing his eyes away from the wall he looked up at the door before him, it looked like any other normal door, apart from that it was gold.

Stiles hesitantly put out his hand on the door and to his surprise he realised that the door actually was gold.

Slowly he pushed the door, it swung right open and Stiles was at first weirded out it was so easy to get inside but the reason soon became clear once he actually saw what was behind the door.

A small room was in front of him, another door at the end, a larger silver door but this one...

Had two sorcerous standing in front of it. Both wearing black cloaks however they were also wearing a belt with a shield that was easy to see.

Stiles cursed under his breath.

They would never let him inside.

In fact the sorcerous who were part of the Mind Core narrowed their eyes at him and straightened their postures.

"No one is aloud in, no matter what" One of them said stiffly.

"Not even if it's a matter of life and death" Stiles said but unable to keep the mocking and sarcasm out of his voice.

He knew their types.

They'd never budge, not even if with the threat of death.

He could see it in their eyes.

"If it's that urgent you can tell us and we will inform our Lord once he is done here" The other sorcerer said smoothly.

There was no way they would take him seriously or telling them would go in his favor.

Stiles let out a breath.

He couldn't stop though, he needed to tell...

Stiles stopped suddenly, as a thought occurred to him.

There was someone else who could tell the Lord and help his Lord believe him. If he explained, she would understand, she had to.

Stiles set his jaw and asked trying to be polite "Do you know where his Mistress is? I'll inform her then if our Lord is busy. He responsibilities are obviously more important"

He hoped they hadn't detected any sarcasm in his tone, it was rather hard to hide.

When you know, he'd just killed his Lords torturer and she'd possibly been planning to over through him by releasing whoever was in the missing Mirror.

But luckily they didn't and nodded. They told him she was in her own room. They still watched him like a hawk as he turned away, closing the golden door behind him.

Though Stiles was a little disappointed he hadn't seen the Court Room for the Lords, he had been looking forward to seeing that...

But he didn't have time to feel that disappointed.

Okay, Roseleta he thought.

Please help me.