Guests? Who in the bloody hell would be in our home?! This is absolutely ridiculous...
I walk back to the front door and awkwardly take off my coat. I hang it gently on the old wooden rack, and walk to my room. A bit slowly, I might add. I reach my room. I can hear quiet voices in my parents bedroom. Voices? Am I going insane?! I poke my head out of my door and look down our hallway. Why is my parents’ door closed? I always leave it open. I step out of my room and carefully walk up to the door. I put my ear as close as I can to the wood, so whoever it is, inside the room cannot hear me.
“I feel bad for invading their home’s privacy. We would not enjoy it if people did that to us.” a feathery, light kind of voice says.
“Shut it, Charlotte. Sorry, I meant, shut it Peter. You cannot be discovered or the King will have all our heads.” I could hear the anger in his voice, whoever, “he” supposedly was.
“Peter, Will. Stop your bloody fighting. I cannot take it any longer.” Another voice says.
“Brian, I think dinner is ready. We should present ourselves to the table on time. This whole thing is rude enough already.” Charlotte, or Peter, says. Someone, I think while shaking my head.
I quickly walk backwards as the door starts to open, and down the hall to the dining area. I help Annabelle set the rest of the places at the table, also helping her put the food on the table. The three soldiers come out just as I finish putting the last dish on the table. The tallest one, sits in the chair closest to where he is standing. The other two follow suit. I notice something different about the shortest soldier. And when I say short I mean, really short. Almost shorter than my shoulder. And he’s really skinny, almost like a… girl?
“My apologies sir, earlier we were informed that you were to be housing us. I feel like we have scared your sister,” the shortest soldier glances at Annabelle, but continues, “and I would like to apologize, to her. What is your name dear?”
“Annabelle,” my sister says quietly.
“Well Annabelle, our apologies,” the shortest soldier goes on, “Now, I would like to restart this evening, if that is okay.” He nudges the soldier to her left.
“Hello, I am Will. To my right is Peter, and I am his older brother. And to my left is Brian.”
“Brian… isn’t very social. He doesn’t really talk much,” Peter says.
“Is it okay if we have dinner now?” I ask. “Annabelle has worked very hard tonight. I normally join her with this activity.”
“Yes, we shall eat.” Will says.
