THE BELL located in the tower directly south of my wing rang loudly, marking 6:00 sharp. I opened my eyes and stretched. I had to get to school early enough to investigate that queer girl I saw the previous day. I rang what’s-his-name my bodyguard’s servant bell. He entered instantly. He knows I dismiss servants who dawdle. “I am going to arrive at school earlier than normal.” I told him. Calvin (or whatever his name was) nodded solemnly, and bowed out of the room. So far, so good. I thought to myself, and rang my nanny’s bell. “What do you need at this time in the morning poppet?” she asked, then quickly covered her mouth. I HATE being called such an idiodic and childish name as ‘poppet.’ “I TOLD YOU NEVER TO CALL ME POPPET.” I raged, “You are dismissed.” I added, ringing Carter’s bell and reveling in her dismay as he showed her out of my chambers. That entire charade put my plans back about a quarter of an hour. I was ordering, and screaming, and yelling at the servants and slaves. Once I had FINALLY hopped into the carriage, and was off, I gazed dreamily out of the window. I wonder what she's doing now… I thought. NO! I refuse to think about these things. To distract myself, I poked my head out of the window and yelled up at the driver. “ARE WE THERE YET?!?!” “Not yet, your highness. We are only half of the way there.” I came back inside. “If we don’t hurry up, we might not be able to catch her in time.” I muttered to myself. My thoughts wandered to those hazel eyes. They were so captivating, curious. I sighed and watched the road pass as I stared out the window, my thoughts rudely flickering to her.
Read ^ first! ---------------------------------------------------------------------The carriage gave a hard jerk. I moved the curtains and peeked out of the window again. We had arrived. The tall gray building towered above us. I had never felt so nervous in my life. What if I couldn’t find her? What if she doesn’t like me? My mind filled with “What if’s” I had never thought of before. What if I run into the wrong person? What if I couldn’t find her? The questions came back to me, circling around to the same ones. Over and over, and over again. I glared at the small door across the draw-gate bridge. I felt like I was staring it down before challenging it to a jousting match. The bridge swung back up, making an annoying ticking sound as I stepped safely on the other side. I stormed through the door, glowering over the questions still haunting my mind. I heard squeaks and scampers as I sprinted through the corridors. I wasn’t sure if they were maids, mice, or rats. I wasn’t scared anyhow. I darted through doors to classrooms, and into the kitchen. Questions continued to fill my mind. What if she was in a locked door? What if I ran into her room at the wrong time? I shoved those thoughts away and continued to trot into the servant’s wing. I had never really thought of the mysterious girl as a servant. She was too pretty. My steps slowed. Would a - close relationship between us be forbidden? What if I was ordered never to see her again? A daring thought ran through my mind. What if I dressed as a servant? My mind circled the thought for a while as I stood in the dark corridor in the servant’s wing. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- OKAY. This is the end of part one, it was too long so I had to split it into two parts. To read the second part, please go through my studio "Royal" to my Part 2 project! Thank you! ---------------------------------------------------------------------- This is the unrevised version of my book Royal, um... I haven't posted one of these in a long time. At 1229 words and 3 pages, I think this story is going on pretty well! Happy reading! ^^ D. W. B. H.! -Oreo ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Next chapter: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/469375555/ (same chapter, part 2) Previous chapter: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/433637297/ © @OreoTurtleBear © Please give me credit if you use my writing for any purpose. The time it took to write: About... half a day. Maybe more, maybe less. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Credits: Some of the names: https://www.name-generator.org.uk/ Thank you, ʀᴀᴘ for helping me with my writer's block!
