clothes.
shirts, jeans, socks, underwear, were all thrown into an old, grey, carpet bag with haste.
quickly, the little knickknacks that cluttered the small shelf fell in the bag with a sweep of his arm.
the lamp was turned off, the candle holders packed, the bed made without a wrinkle. the only thing left behind was a small, golden locket, heart shaped and attached to a chain. it sat there, on the nightstand, where she would be sure to see it. it was goodbye.
he picked up the bag, and walked out the door without a look behind him. tonight was the night he would get out.
walking down the hallway, no one payed him much attention. being a servant had its perks.
he passed her room, but this time, he didn't stop. he didn't even pause as he passed the bedroom that held a sleeping girl whom he'd said i love you to many, many times.
she was a sweet girl, he supposed. but that didn't matter. none of it mattered.
he reached the servant's exit with no trouble, just a little walk through the kitchens to get there. from there he followed a path to the outskirts of the garden, a spot where he knew the walls were lower, and had more footholds.
tossing his bag over the wall, he took the resounding thump as his cue to began climbing. after a good thirty minutes, he was on the other side.
from there, he knew where to go. to the road, where a carriage would be waiting for him, waiting to take him away from here, away from everything.
he didn't belong to the palace anymore.
no, jacob valentine didn't belong to anyone.
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Romance||˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ in which princess catheryn margaret schreave makes a big mistake.
