The King

Dangerous

  Through out the next week, I hadn't seen the king, at all. He seems to hide away in his own part of the castle, most of us don't ever see him at all.

"Where does the king eat if he never comes out?" I asked Kaolin.

"Shouldn't you know that? You are his servant, don't you bring him food?" He asked.

"Well, yeah, I just leave it in his room, but he's never in there...should I leave it somewhere else?" I asked.

"No, I think it's fine going there, he always hides away until everyone in the castle is asleep, then he goes to his room." Kaolin sighed.

"Oh, does he not like me?" I asked. Kaolin sighed.

"No, he's just...Ed," Kaolin said.

"Oh..." I said.

"Here, take this to the room in the east wing, he should be in there," he said, handing me a plate of food.

"Really? You're going to let me up there?" I asked, hopping off the counter I was sitting on, watching Kaolin make dinner.

"Yes, now go," he said, shoeing me off. I took the food and headed out of the kitchen, and up the stairs to the east wing.

It was dark and quiet up there, it smelled like must. There was a door to my right, it was cracked open, a little light came through, I could see the dust flying around. I took a step, making a floor board creek. I scrunched my face as I slowly opened the door, there was King Edward, sitting at a table, his back facing me as he scribbled something onto paper.

I cleared my throat, catching his attention. "Sire?" I asked, he tuned around quickly, giving me a confused look.

"What are you doing up here?" He asked, getting up from his chair.

"Kaolin told me to bring you this..." I said, handing him the plate. He walked over to me, taking the plate from my hands.

"Get out." The king ordered, harshly.

"Right away, sire," I bowed, rushing out of the room.

I rushed back to the kitchen, Kaolin smiled when I entered.

"How'd that go?" He asked.

"Like you know," I sneered, "you knew how he would react, and you sent me up there anyway?!"

"Well, you wanted to see him so badly," he said.

"I said no such thing," I defended.

"That's what it sounded like," he said, smiling at me.

"Why aren't you at work?" My mother asked, coming into the kitchen.

"The king's busy," I shrugged.

"That's no excuse," she said.

"Actually, ma'am, it is, Edward takes very good care of his belongings, he really has no need for a servant, unless he wants the company," Kaolin said.

"Oh, well, then come and help me," she said, waving for me to follow her.

"I'll see you later, Kaolin," I said, waving at him.

"See you," he mumbled.

***

"Can we be done yet?" I asked my mum, getting tired of separating forks and spoons.

"No, we're not even close," she said, I groaned. But thanks to my amazing luck, Matthew walked into the kitchen, we've become pretty good friends over this past week.