Chapter Twenty-Nine
Hidden Secrets of the Truth
It had been several days since my refusal of signing the papers that had been given to me by my father, Mr. Williams, and Mr. Clarke, as well as my conversation with Marc. In fact, since that short conversation with him outside in the small garden, I haven’t seen him in days. Perhaps he was avoiding me, or maybe he was trying to actually help me. Either way despite being angry at him for betraying me and being involved in my kidnapping by orders of my father, I was actually missing him. Usually my days consisted of sleep, food, reading in the library or out in the garden, food, then sleep, and usually I would pass Marc about twice a day, sometimes three times, depending on what was going on within the house. However since that day, the house had been unusually quiet. I hadn’t had as many guards to escort me to and from dinner or throughout the house, and even my father didn’t say much when we had our meals together. My mind was going insane, I needed answers, I needed to go home, I needed to finish school and hopefully still be able to graduate high school with the rest of my classmates, if the school would still let me, and lastly I needed to see my friends and family, just to hear their voices. I was literally becoming so bored with this house arrest that my father calling “protection” that I was starting to drive myself mad.
I had already studied all there was to know about Russian politics, despite hating History, I had managed to find a good bit of it pretty fascinating, maybe it was the fact that now I was supposed to be a leader myself, that made the words in the textbooks become lively. I had also studied more about the Romanov family, as well as trying to find anything about Bishop Udeze that my great grandmamma had encouraged me to find should I ever need help. Yet, as I would look through the books, there was nothing, not even in the local newspapers, which now had me as a missing person, and even some were calling it a cold case, and there was one recent article stating that the Duchess was in hiding for protection. Either way nothing was useful. I sighed knowing the only person I could really try to get answers from was currently down the hall in his study in the old War Room.
I probably flipped a ruble, what was the same as a penny, over and over again against the stone bench outside in the garden. Then finally where ever it came from, I finally built up the courage to go speak to my captor I was supposed to call “Dad”.
I walked inside the building once more, Kinsley, one of my father’s guard was speaking with Rex just inside the main hallway that lead from the garden to my father’s study quickly stopped his conversation with Rex, both of the guards looking at me with questioning eyes. Perhaps it was the look on my face, or maybe it was the speed at which I was walking from the garden to down the hall, whatever it was it made both Kinsley and Rex both look at me and the direction in which I was heading.
“Duchess, where do you plan to go?” Kinsley asked me just seconds after I had entered the hallway.
“I need to speak with my father, is he still in his office?” I asked as I continued to walk down the hall, yet looked back at the two guards.
“Yes, but you need to speak with him now? Is everything alright?” Rex asked with a little confusion in his voice. It wasn’t obvious that the entire house knew my dislike for my father and this situation. I had made numerous attempts to escape, and there had been many screaming matches between my father and I on the subject. Not to mention the nights and even days of crying because of wanting to go home or see my friends or family.
