Stolen Identity

Chapter Five

**THANKS FOR READING MY BOOK IT MEANS A LOT*

The fluff on his chair was a crimson red fabric that only was found in the best workshops. It also had smooth golden designs imprinted on them. As he walked over to it he gave a quick glance to his right before sitting down and relaxing any tension that rested in his arms. After a few seconds, a knock on the door was heard.

He sighed and said, "Enter." Then following after, a young female servant had come in holding a tray that had a glass of peppermint tea.

As she looked down, she gave him a glass of peppermint tea that the peasants would harvest from the fields and brew it into a tea. He gave a quick nod, and she exited the room. He put the tea which had been on the tray on his desk. He blew it so it cooled down which would allow him to drink it faster.

He took a sip and savored it. He dropped it back onto the tray and dipped his quill pen into a dark black ink contained in a jar. He opened up the first book Silica gave him that had a black hardcover and was well presented.

He read the cover which had read, "The Great War Of Lazoreth" and he proceeded to read the first chapter.

He sipped some of the tea before proceeding, "There once was a ruler who had been named Azora. He was the first king and had been a good king, but in his last years of ruling, he had grown greedy. He wanted more wealth than he already had, and he was annihilated. Shortly after his fall, an enemy country who had been greedy for wealth, called upon five other nations to devour Lazoreth. And that's how the great war started. But somebody on the inside leaked the information that the king had fallen.

It all had made sense to him now. He remembered the worried face the king gave to everybody when he had been talking about spies. He must have felt his life was endangered, then a spy would report his death and another great war would start. This one would be even bigger."

Isaac sighed and closed his eyes before flipping through all the pages giving them a brief read. The rest of the pages, he had thought to be nonsense, but he knew the information he needed to know and he closed the book.

He grabbed the glass cup, and finished the remaining tea, then headed to his bed. He laid down and crossed his feet. He didn't go to sleep but he only faded away into his thoughts. He thought of everything that had happened recently. The competition, the book. It had all been too much, but then the voice of the princess came up in his head saying, "If you can't do it, why don't you step out." He thought about it for a while. Even if the voice was just him daydreaming he thought of it deeply.

Then suddenly someone's footsteps padded quickly to his room and opened the door. She breathed heavily and took her time to get her breath again.

She held her head low and said. "I-I'm sorry, I just wanted to get here quickly... I forgot your bowl of fruits," she said with shame.

She handed him a wooden bowl of fruits that had been boiled over the fire and had been dressed with honey. He knew not to talk to the servants because usually, they would be the ones getting in trouble for supposedly starting the conversation. So he gave a respectful nod, and with the knife that had been on the side of the wooden bowl. He stabbed the fruits and then grabbed it with his hands and ate them.

He tossed her one silver coin and cocked his head showing that she could leave now... She wanted to express her gratitude by saying "thank you" which was the least she could say, but she knew the consequences of communicating with her superior.

She walked out of the room, with her face held even lower and a soft smile appeared on her face. Not the evil one, the one of gratitude. He smiled back at her, even though she had been facing the stair and quietly whispered. "Thank you."