JABAW (First Draft)

Chapter 5 Part 2

“Spill” She growled

“There is nothing to say Lola; you caught us playing on your balcony when I should have been packing for my trip.” I said trying to avert all blame onto myself and away from Camilia.

Spread across Lola’s bed were several different outfits of mine she had thought to pack before I could tell her not to. One such one was a grey shirt, black vest and short combo I had ever only worn once and some hideous purple number that looked like grape vomit.

“Let’s make a deal. You can pack whatever you want for my trip as long as you don’t tell anyone about Cami and me being in the king’s room.”

“Deal, by the way I wasn’t even sure that, that was the king’s room.”

“Thank you.” I said unsure whether or not I had really just gotten the upper hand over her. Cami smiled sweetly in her direction then took my hand and dragged me from the room.

“That was close B.” She said

“Very close indeed.” I replied smoothly as we walked to my room.

“You’ll need to keep an eye on the king seems like he’s interested in you.”

“Why do I get the feeling your implying something more Cami?” I said as I pushed open the door to my room.

“I am Brigham”

“Cami I don’t like him must you foist every eligible bachelor who comes along on me, have you ever thought that maybe I don’t want to get married.” I cried loudly. There was only one thing wrong about what I just said, the king was annoyingly handsome and had eyes so black like licorice I could feel myself getting cavities just looking into them. But attraction didn’t equal love so I was safe.

“”Well, why didn’t you say so” Cried Monica from behind us; she was sitting at my dressing table packing up the contents of the drawers.

“I….what?” I mumbled to my self

“Brigham for a while your father and I thought you were a man hater or at least asexual. If you had told us you didn’t want to get married we would have understood.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes dear now which one of these do you want to take with you?” She said as she held up two different bolts of fabric one was an ivory colored one with black lace overlay and the other was a deep forest green.

“I like them both why don’t you send both those and the red one.”

“Whatever you say darling.” Monica cried happily as she packed them away in a box along with my sewing kit.

X X X

Tristan

Trisha sitting next to me on the hard compacted dirt reminded me of one of the poor hungry children from a third world country, you see in the commercials. Her inky black hair was matted in places and speckled with dirt, her face was taken up by a pair of beautiful purple eyes but they seemed to almost be sunk into her skull. She looked terrible but then again everyone did, we had been trapped for an innumerable amount of days in the root cellar of the big house.

“Tristan……tell me again why we just don’t change, kill the guards and get the hell out of here.” Growled Trisha

“Because Trisha that would give them an excuse start declare a war and Morgan already has to deal with the Elementals.” I replied

“Doesn’t this give his highness an excuse for waging war, Prince Tristan?” whispered a young woman named Anna who had come in the same day as us.

“Yes it does Anna.” Piped a little man named Cansi

All around us in the cramped space people began to stir, waking from nightmares that haunted us all.

“When will the king find us?” someone cried

“I don’t know.” I mumbled as our jailer came down the stairs with the days rations.