The woman put the thermometer down on the dresser without looking and grunted rudely.
"Huh...you don't know?"
Hazel shrunk with embarrassment and nodded.
"King Boris for heavens sake!" she threw her arms up in the air and patted Hazel's blanket covered leg. With that, she left the room. Hazel tried to figure out how she got there. Did they find me? How? When? Within the next couple minutes the lady returned, rushing back through the doorway, a gold plated tray in her hands. Hazel gasped with astonishment at the delectable food put neatly on it. A piece of sourdough bread with butter on the side, a tall glass of hot chocolate with tiny marshmallows slowly melting making a white stream within the brown. There were fruit such as apples, oranges and fresh bananas. Steam rose from the cup of hot cocoa gently lifting into Hazel's nose leaving a chocolaty scent. It mesmerized her.
"Oh!" she gasped again as the woman put the tray on Hazel's thighs.
"Alright, now that you've got your food, I'm ready to explain to you why your here. You seem quite confused." the lady sighed, pulling up the chair from the dresser. She sat down and made great eye contact with Hazel. Hazel, who was politely listening and eating the tasty food, stared back at the woman, her eyes glistening.
"Now, we own that forest, the one we found you in. Um, well, you seemed to have passed out or perhaps, well, you weren't conscious. So, we decided to keep you...after many debates. The king's assistant would like to speak with you shortly though, to clear up why you were in our forest."
Hazel stopped eating and but her bread down.
"Why was the air poisonous?"
"That forest was always special to us. Our last king, the best king there was, was buried there. We poisoned the air because we didn't want anyone coming in and digging him up."
"But wouldn't the body be disintegrated?" Hazel asked, wiping her mouth with a napkin.
"Well..." The woman hesitated. "We just don't want anyone taking what was left of him...many people were against him you know."
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Dream Upon a Rose
FantasyOne wish, one dreamer, one monster, one criminal, one story. Princess Hazel watched as the orange rose drifted into the mist. The cool breeze floated threw her. Hazel took in the weak sunlight peering through the fog. The petals separated...whic...
