ThE hEaRt Of A sLaVe (mPrEg) ( boyxboy) onhold

part 16

So this chapter was written by a friend of mine who has just started writing her own books....please do check it out Mz_Souvey. The book is titled mistakes and consequence....please tell her what you think of it...

Part 16: the heart of a slave....

Sky's POV

I went out of the ballroom and into the courtyard. On getting there, everything was suspiciously quiet like that moment before the scary monster strikes in a horror movie. I looked round and there was no one, absolutely no one outside, not even the guards were at the gate. Who was protecting the castle then? Where was everybody? 

I ran to the guard post and found them all knocked unconscious. This wasn't good. Just as I turned around to go get help, I was knocked back on my ass by an explosion. After my ears stopped ringing and my head wasn't spinning, I stared paralyzed at the burning castle. There were flames everywhere and I could hear screams coming from inside. 

MY BABY!! That thought was enough to catapult me up and running towards the burning castle, there were already servants there trying to stop the fire. The moment the doors were knocked down and the fire on them quenched, a mass of people came rushing out mindless of those that were being pushed down and trampled on, it was like a stampede. 

"Ronaldo!! Prince Ronaldo!!" I kept screaming his name before someone grabbed me from behind, I was about struggling before I noticed it was the prince, "The baby, our baby. He's sleeping in his cot" I pointed at the burning stairs while pointing frantically and sobbing. How did it get so bad so fast? 

Flashback

On reaching the quarters, Milan called Mimi and whispered something into her ears. After nodding and acknowledging whatever her mom told her, she turned around and went to the back doors of the slave quarters. 

After she left, Milan went into her room and closed the door, sneaking by the door I quickly rushed to the back doors to trail Mimi. By the time I got to the doors, she was nowhere to be sighted. Fiddlesticks! Now I have to wait for about an hour to know what's their next move. I went back to the ball room to go supervise the preparations as earlier intended. 

When I left the room at what I felt was an hours time, I went towards the gate to go find out what was up. On getting there, I saw Milan directing some men with barrels of oil into the kitchen. Strange, what is the oil for? I thought. When they were done getting out of the van, I counted about 30 hefty men, I quickly pressed myself to the wall when Milan was going to look towards where I was.