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CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER SEVEN
CREEPY PASSAGEWAYS
"if all of the kings had the queens on the throne"
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"Her name is Clarissa, and I'm telling you Rory, she was the one who warned me about the wine!"

"And my name is Mary and I'm the Queen of Scots." Aurora sarcastically retorted. Her tone wasn't especially ladylike nor was it a way to speak to your Queen, but it was definitely a way Aurora spoke to her sister, and vica versa.

     "Rory I am being serious." Mary whined.

     Aurora settled for a scoff. "So am I! Look, you know I love and support you no matter what, but don't you think this is a stab in the dark? I mean, what are the chances of a girl hiding in the walls warning you not to drink some wine as it would have catastrophic consequences? And if she did do all those things, which I'm not saying she did, how come she won't just tell you who plotted this?"

     The two were currently headed over to Mary's chambers. Mary had been going on and on about this girl Clarissa, who apparently warned Mary about drinking the wine from Colin, and who was friends with Charles in secret. The whole thing sounded a little too hocus pocus. It had been forever since Aurora had gotten the chance to just escape into the woods to practice, which meant she was in a cranky mood. Usually, she would play along with whatever Mary was saying, but she was simple not in the mood for that right now.

     Aurora pushed the door to the chamber open, listening to Mary continue talking about this Clarissa girl. Instead of being faced with a empty room, she was faced with someone standing in the middle of it. Out of instinct, the red head pulled her sister behind her, grabbing the closest thing to use as protection, the closest thing being a candleholder.

     "Who are you?" Aurora aggressively barked, eyes narrowed. "Do you know who this is?"

     Mary slowly shook her head. "No, I have no idea. . . Is that my dress?"

     The girl appeared to look frightened, her eyes wide. Slowly, she nodded, confirming that she was in fact wearing one of Mary's dresses. "Your Grace, forgive me." Aurora allowed Mary to step closer, but kept the candleholder close by just in case. "It is just so beautiful. . ." Aurora lowered the candleholder slightly, rolling her eyes at the fact that this girl risked her life just for some dress.

"How did you get ahold of my sister's, the Queen's, dress?" Aurora asked with an accusing tone. If it had been her dress, she wouldn't be giving a shit.

"The tailor gave it to me." She started. "To return. And I just thought—" the girl abruptly paused, a pained expression striking her face. Aurora furrowed her brows.