KAYLA.

#6

Guess who she is?  Find out if you're wrong.

I narrow my eyes at her " You're not meant to be here Redhead "

"so you do talk?  Well.. You're not supposed to be here either Blondie but your here anyway. "

I release my grip abit.

"Give the money back " I command.

She scoffs "There's no way I'm returning this. Do you know what they would do? They would burn me!! Blaming me for all the theft going on "

I glare at her " you're accountable for those too aren't you? "

She shrugs "most of 'em.  Not all.  I've got to get by "

"well they're other ways to get by "I say rolling my eyes with my voice laced with irritation.

She slumps her shoulders and sigh "where I come from, this is the only way to get by. "

My demeanour softens and I release my grip finally.

I am about to say something when I hear her sobs.

She's crying???!

"I'm really sorry. It's not like I like stealing you know. "

She sniffs "It's just.. This is how we survive. My family. Things are bad in the village and the town has Everything!"

I nod. It's true. The town had everything..
I sigh "I'm letting you go.. But please I really don't want royal guards catching you and executing you "

She smiles now "Thanks.. I'll be more careful.. By the way.. My name's Annabelle."

I'm about to say my name
"Kayla right?  I know your name. You are the princess after all. " she says before she draws her cloak up.

Before she turns to leave " I wish I met you at better circumstances.. "

She turns to leave and I whisper to myself "Me too.. "

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I lay on my bed and my hair is scattered on the mattress.

Annabelle.  I would like to see her again.

Everytime I thought about her, I remember the village. Is the situation that bad?

There are some poor people in town and they are also struggling to get by.

Maybe she can move to the town?

Why did father treat them that way.  I've always envisioned my father as a good man, good ruler so why are people suffering and instead of helping them out, he shuts them out??!

That's awfully cruel!

I'm trying to understand but nothing is making sense.

Marie comes into my room and sits at the edge of my bed. "Wad for your thoughts? "

My mind is distant.  I can't tell her about the village thing and Anabelle. She doesn't appreciate the topic just like everyone else.

"Grover " I let the word slip.

She half smiles. "You saw him today "

"Yes by the fountain. He invited me for a party this weekend. "

"That's wonderful dear..but I do have a question. "

I sit up "What is it? "

"Do you.. Like him? "

Silence.

"I don't know.. " I say utterly genuine.

Sure, butterflies flew in my stomach when he talks to me and I do feel sparks when our hands touch but is that all to it?