Royals and Rebels

Chapter 7

"One man to live in pleasure and wealth, whiles all others weap and smart for it, that is the part of not a king, but of a jailor."
-Thomas More

Alex's room is beautiful. It isn't giant, but it certainly isn't small either. The walls are all painted a light blue that in certain spaces, according to the lights look purple. She has disco balls of all sizes hanging from the roof and her light is covered by a lampshade made of hanging CDs and ribbons. Two shelves jam packed with books sit over her bed which is pushed against the wall on the opposite side of the room. On closer inspection, I find that they are all history books covering topics from famous criminals to kings and queen through the ages.

There is a beautiful wooden closet on the corner opposite the bed. From the looks of it, it's big enough to stand in. Not quite a walk in closet, but close enough. I notice that there is a door on the wall next to me, presumably leading into the room next door. Alex has a lime green yoga mat stashed in the corner next to me and a writing desk facing a bordered up window. There is a small room jutting out to my right which, by the green sign hanging on the door with, I assume to be s bathroom.

I stare at her room, feeling rather jealous for not only is it creative, but it's neat. Very neat. Back home, no matter how hard I tried and no matter how many organisers I bought, my room always, and I mean always, looked like a bomb shelter.

She leads me to the closet and opens the double door with a rather dramatic flourish to produce beautiful clothes like the ones she's wearing now. Floor length skirts with deep purples and blues and reds hang off one rail. Dresses and shirts with the same colours and intricate designs are on others. To the side of the closet are a series of draws which, Alex informs me, contain jewelry and pants. Shoes sit at the bottom.

'You can take anything you want, I'm sure it will look stunning on you.' She tells me, gesturing to the clothes.

I step in and remove a few dresses, skirts and tops. I can't bring myself to take any pants for I have never worn any, it would just feel strange. Whilst looking at the clothing, I spot a carved lion head at the back with it's mouth open into a roar. I run my hand along it, marveling at the craftsmanship and realising just how keen Alex's artistic eye really is to find a piece like this. I move my hand to stick it in the gap of the lion's mouth when Alex abruptly cuts me off.

'Careful there, I did that when I first got this closet. My finger got stuck and it took David half an hour and a whole bottle of vaseline to get out.' She tells me, laughing at the memory.

I quickly retract my hand, worried about my finger sticking in the gaping mouth. I suppose Louis wouldn't mind that too much, he would probably have a bowl of popcorn in his hands while somebody tries to free me.

'I'll go shopping for you tomorrow to get underwear and, the monthly essentials for every female.' She tells me with a wink.

I am grateful for this because obviously I can't walk down the aisles of the local shops without being spotted. By now I'm sure that my absence has been noted and all officers around the kingdom are on a look out for me. In twenty four hours the public will be notified.

It is Felcian law that if a person is missing their absence has to be made public twenty four hours after the police are notified.

'Thank you so much for all you're doing for me, I really appreciate it.' I tell her, hoping she will hear the sincerity in my tone.

Alex sits on her bed, gesturing for me to take a seat next to her.

'Ana, I need to tell you something, something just to be weary of as this is pure speculation.' She tells me, looking me in the eyes. I nod, willing her to continue.