The Heart of a Nightingale

Chapter 3.2

I arrived at the castle at the time when the sunset on the horizon. I walked all across the halls of the castle, down the staircase all the way down to my working room that was apparently a big mess.
The place was a wreck and my papers were on my desk following all the books I had read about the court when I had arrived here 2 years ago.

  I quickly ran to my desk and put them back to the drawers where I had kept them. Although my room was a complete wreck for somehow my bed was clean and well maid. For a second thought, I found myself thinking about a cleaner who just wanted to dust all the drawers and corners of the room ending up putting all of my personal belongings everywhere. I put my new dress and shoes on my bed and put my sacks of gold in my cabinet where I kept my dresses, every little one of them. Even the ones that had worn out months or days ago due to May who messed with me now and then by throwing cinder, water, oil or other stuff at me.

  She was a coward.

  And a bitch who happened to come across me, the girl who had suffered enough.

  I closed the cabinet and put my new dress on.

  When I finished buttoning it up from the front I glanced at myself from a mirror and smiled. The dress looked rather pretty on me and it made me look young and elegant.

  It made me look like an enchantress.

  I put my new shoes on that felt nice and comfortable. I had to admit that if I were to talk to the king he would be rather impressed with my clothing even though I didn't care about his romantic interests for me.
But just because I was doing the favour to the ambassador and myself, I had a plan in mind. So I took a coat that I had made for him from my messy desk and breathed deeply. Every little moment I spent with the king alone made me want to run around the room like a horse but for now, I had to calm down and just go.

  And let the pain and nervousness go.

  Let it all go.

  I walked out of my room grinning from my wonderful plan that would work for sure.

  My attention went to me dancing around the hallway all the way to the king's throne room where my emotions ran in circles through my mind.

  So I knocked on the door and entered when I heard the king's command to enter. I opened the door to the throne room, entered the room and closed the door behind me with a touch of anxiety. I walked to the king and put his new coat on his lap.
Although he seemed quiet and filled with fury I could feel his heavy gaze on my dress, body. There was nothing to demand the king for since I looked even in my own opinion pretty. Beautiful, enchantress.

  His bewitching eyes met mine as I looked at him. The thing that annoyed me was the fact that the king who I spited so much was one of the most handsome men I had ever met. But yet he was blinded by rigidity and wealth that he was mostly a spoiled brat and a two-faced bastard.

  "Another masterpiece," he said while he stroked the coat with his hands. As the king smirked at me I smiled back with a genuine smile.

  A feminine smile.

"It took an entire night to sow it so I'm glad that you liked it, your majesty," I said, the name 'your majesty' made me cringe. If I was going to talk to the king and ask facts about the poisoned prince I had to use the name Emric - the pathetic name for a king - to call him, not your majesty, king or sweetheart - never in my entire life will I call him that - but Emric.

   Just Emric.

  "I think we should talk more often, Poor tailor," he said with amusement. I raised one of my eyebrows.

  "Try me, your majesty," - Bitch -  "Maybe we should indeed," I said and looked down at my feet.

  "Meet me tomorrow in front of the secret library of the court," he said and smiled as I looked up at him. I nodded and walked all across the room to the entrance of the throne room. I looked back at the king and smiled at him. There was a part of me that hated the king - Emric - for everything but there was a hidden ember inside of me saying that even if he was monstrous he still had a mortal heart.

  A very real heartbeat to listen to.

  And a real face to look up at.

  I closed the throne room door behind me and rested my back against the door. That had been more gruelling then I had thought it would've been. Due to how he looked at me, smiled and everything made me want to die in my scars that laid in my heart.

  And because of that, I hated everything.

  Every little thing.

  Even the people who I cared about.

I walked down the hallway. There was a place I was heading to. The place was the court's secret library that was under the castle in a giant room that I never managed to enter. But somehow I wanted to try my abilities and try to open the door with my needle.
The halls were decorated with the beautiful paintings that filled the walls of the huge castle. If I had to admit I actually thought that the paintings were creepy even though I admired their uniqueness. So I walked down a tall and thin staircase and entered the hall to court's rooms and the king's room.

  This was a place I wasn't supposed to be no matter what was the occasion or thing. I was told not to go here by the king himself and the fact that he even mentioned me about it made me want to break into that huge room filled with books and chandeliers.
I walked along the hallway of more court portraits until I stopped.

  One of the paintings was blank and only had a name on it.

  Venelia Talia Harian.

  The king's sister.

  I didn't want to use too much of the time running here and there looking at the none useful portraits of the court. So I walked along the hallway and found the door to the library. There was something in me that made me hesitate.

  Made me want to return back to my working room.

  But I refused and fought the fear.

  I was a rebel whether I liked it or not and this was my duty.

  So I took my needle and picked the lock open.

  I opened the door and entered the library of millions of books closing the door quietly behind me.