(So sorry about how late this chapter had been uploaded. I wanted to do more with this one but I decided that I would move it to the next chapter. I hope you enjoy this one, sorry it's a little shorter than my usual chapters)
I look the king dead in the eyes, my face filled with disgust. Our eyes for only a moment before the guard pulls me away from the king and on towards the jail house, on the left side of the palace, only so many kelpz from my sleeping house. Maybe I could get back somehow.
The head guard pushes me along the dull green grass towards our destination. The people in the courtyard stare at me, some faces filled with disgust, most of the noblepersons, but the rest, my fellow servants, faces filled with sadness, all knowing what's about to happen. All knowing another one of there's will not make it back alive.
We step into the old sleeping house and the smell hits me imeaditly, a mixture of dried blood and mold. The push me along to the last cell at the end of the building. They take their time unlocking it. I look to my right and see a sign on the wall.
The battle of Sleeping Hill
Hidden rebel forces were taken down at five, mid afternoon lead by our great General Rose Smith and the fearless Captain of the Gold Guard, Jackson Percy.
My eyes scan the text again as I press my finger tips into my palms. I look at the guard as I spit at the sign. His jaw tightens and he shoves me into the cell, not leaving without giving me a kick in the stomach. He locks my cage as I clutch my stomach and trying to regain my breath. I slowly use my hands to get up and sit in the far corner of the sell. I glance over at the cell next to me, inside is a older man, with skin as dark as Suzy's. Suzy, I miss her. It might've been only a few minutes but I miss her. My heart aches to think how worried she is about me. I hate it when she feels that way, I wish I could just take her away from her, away from all the bad and worry this place brings. Maybe one day I will.
Thinking about someone special eh? I come back to reality to see the man signing at me. I avert my eyes from his and look at the ground. Out of the corner of my eyes I see him continue to sign.
It's nothing to be embarrassed about. I bet he's a keeper. My hands fold into fists against the floor. They all think that. I look back at him.
You shouldn't be signing in here. They can see, have you no respect for the rules? He smiles. Who does this man this he is? The kings?
Who cares, we are all going to be dead anyways so why should it matter? I glare at the man and sign harshly, letting him know if my anger.
You stupid man. If you can't understand why we keep this a secret than you don't deserve the power of words.
What's the power of words when you can't even say them allowed, free and open like them? I turn away from the ignorant man. I let my eyes zone out as I stare through the bars. I'll make a plan, and escape this place. It shouldn't tKe too long, I know the palace grounds inside and out.
When the guards rotate guards then I can pretend to be sick. Then they'll have to take me to the palace hospital. I can then talk to Madam Leva. She's my mothers oldest Friend, she'd certainly help me escape. And I know Suzy would come and check on me, my mother too. Then we go from there I guess.
My thoughts are interrupted when a I see a guard staring at me through the bars. I meet his gaze. His eyes are sharp, piercing into my soul. I shift uncomfortably, trying to remove his gaze from mine. A smile erupts over his face. He turns his face and I see his mouth move. I look over at the guard he seems to be speaking to, his face is all smiles too. I stand up and stalk over to the guard, my body controlled by my anger. The guard moves close to me. Goosebumps rise all over my body. I step back and he goes back to his position on the wall.
I close my eyes and slouch back onto the floor. I wonder how long I'll be in here. Stealing is a serious crime, especially for servants. I'll be in here for at least a few days until I'm executed. It's not like I'll be pardoned. I have no value, no family status either so I don't dare think a thought of it. I put my hands on the cold floor below me. It's rough feeling, like small rocks berry crushed up. The cold feeling steadies my thought from exploding into panic.
I feel a heavy vibration coming from the floor and my eyes snap open onto the dark leather boots of a guard. My eyes follow along the tall body of man in front of me. It's the head guard in all his "glorious" gold armor. His pointer finger curls, motioning me to get up. I quickly stand and wipe my now gray and rocky hands on my dress. He starts to walk out of my cell and I go to follow him. I get stopped by the guard who was staring at me earlier and he puts handcuffs on me.
What have I gotten myself into?
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FantasíaSera Mahon is one of many servants to the kings of Yhana. She was born, like many others, without the sense of hearing, making it almost impossible to communicate with others like herself when the genetic marker first appeared in their population. N...
