Chapter 3
"I'm sorry. Do I know you?" My brother, Timmy, asks.
"It's me! Trixie!" I say excitedly.
Trixie?" he says, confused. "Who's....?"
The woman in the window comes out through a door.
"Something wrong, Timmy?"
Wait, I know that voice. I turn around. "Tory?"
"Trixie!" Tory shouts and runs towards me. She embraces me with a warm hug.
I stiffen a little, my hand at my side. I haven't been hugged in seven years. But after a few seconds I relax and rap my arms around her.
"We thought you were dead." She whispers in my ear.
I pull away from her. "Why would I be dead?" I ask confused.
"Because, the Dink army took you when they attacked our father's kingdom."
"Huh?"
"Do you not remember?" I shake my head.
She trembled into a long story about us as kids and that we were the king's children and that the Dink army attacked us.
I stare at her. Then smile, knowing that she's him joking. "Ha ha. You really had me fooled for a second."
"Trixie, I'm not joking!"
When I realize she really isn't joking I say, "but I'm not a...not a princess!
"Yes you are, Trixie." Timmy says form behind me.
I look at him. "But I can't be! And our father wasn't the king. Martin is!" I say not believing them.
"Martin is the leader of the Dink army." Tory says. "He killed our father."
"I'm a princess." I say, still not believing it.
"Yes. We are." Tory says. "Where have you been all these years?"
"Living in the castle. With Martin and his children. Let me guess, Martin's not our uncle."
"No," Tory says. "So what do they make you do?"
"Make me do chores. Punish me when I don't do anything. All that kind of stuff." I say. "Do you possibly know what time it is?"
Timmy looks at his watch. "Almost one," he says.
"I better get back before anyone realizes I'm gone."
"Bye," they say together. I hug them both and say goodbye. Then I walk back the way I came
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I make it back to the castle around two and hurry down the stairs to my cell.
I lay down in my bed and instantly fall asleep.
I'm woken up by the sound of metal on metal.
"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty." Chris's voice says. "Dad wants you to get up earlier, today. He wants you to meet him in the living room."
I give a big yawn. I stretch my aching muscles and rub my eyes.
"Man, You look awful," he says with fake sympathy. Then he grins. "And I know exactly why."
"No you don't." I say a little to fast.
"Yes I do." He says still grinning. "You were out last night."
"How did you know that?" I ask, worried.
"You just told me. Just wait til I tell Dad," he runs off down the hall.
"That has never been a rule!" I shout at him as I through back my sheets and run after him.
I make it to the living room but Chris has already beaten me there.
"It has never been a rule." I say to Martin before he could say anything.
"It is now." He said.
"But you can't punish me for that," I say thinking of a reason that could back me up. "Because... because it wasn't a rule before I left."
"Of course he can!" Chris says. "Even if it was a rule or not."
"Chris, why don't you step out for a moment." Martin says, staring at his son.
Chris takes the hint and mops out of the room, making sure to stick his tongue out at me when he passes, which is very immature if you ask me.
After the door closes behind him Martin asks,"Are you telling me, the king, what I can and cannot punish you for?!"
I don't answer.
"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!" He gives an ear splitting shout.
"No," I say quietly.
"Don't lie to me." He says softly, which scares me, because he's voice is always soft when he's really angry.
I yet again, I don't say anything.
Martin gives a big sigh. He stands up. "Follow me," He says calmly and walks towards the door. I follow him.
We walk down the hall and past the Ball Room, which never has a ball in it. Down the stairs to the dungeon.
We walk down the long, narrow hall. When we come across my cell, he opens the door and let's me walk in, he follows me in. Then the door slams. I look at him.
"I'm very unhappy with you," he says with fury in his eyes. "You know, you are very lucky that when your parents died I was willing to take you as my own. But now, I am kind regretting that I didn't just through you out and left you to die."
I'm surprised you didn't, I think angrily to myself. Or he could of at least locked me up and not let me live in a big lie.
"But, it's to late for that," he says turning around and heads for the door. "Maybe a few days in this sell with no food will teach you a lesson."
"But I haven't had food in several days already."
"I'll have Martha bring you down some breakfast later."
"Um... who's going to make breakfast?"
He opens the door, turns and locks it and stands there for a second and says, "I'll find someone," then he walks off.
I shout after him as he disappears around the corner
