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Fourteen
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2020-09-13 17:18:42“She’s not so nice, is she?”
“Adley? She is like any other spoilt girl around here. I’ve never had any run-ins with her as I rarely go to their gatherings. The princess likes to move around with Cherry for some reason. So, I’m usually left with regular maids like you.”
Arya smiled. “Isn’t that supposed to be offensive?” “What?”
“You calling me regular maid.”
“But aren’t you?”
“I guess. I’m not anyone’s maid of honor. Maybe one day I will get the title.”
“It might happen sooner than you think.”
“Why?”
“Ann. I don’t see her. She’s neither with those who went with the queen or those receiving them. On such occasions, the queen mother requires all her maids of honor to be here. Maybe she got fired”
“I wonder where she is.
“She’ll turn up, I guess.”
“I hop she does because much as I’d like to be a maid of honor, I don’t want to be the queen mother’s maid of honor.”
“I know,” Mercy said.
By now, the royals had gone inside and the other women were probably rushing out to greet the queen mother and welcome her back even though most of them probably hated her. They were also probably jealous of Adley and wanted to gain more favor.
Outside the palace, the king was considered the epitome of morals but after her meetings with him, Arya was starting to think otherwise and was inclined to believe the hushed gossip about Orianna covering up for him. He was no saint and there was a chance that he might have tried or get it on with a few of those girls shed served.
“You’ve never really told me much about yourself,” Mercy observed a few minutes later. They were now seated on mercy’s small bed. The beds in the servants’ quarters were very small just like the rooms. Adley liked it that way, too. More privacy for everyone. It was better than having a bigger room which you had to share with one or two others. The little bathroom sized rooms were better. Whoever had come up with the idea had been a genius.
“Because there’s no much to tell really,” Arya said. “I don’t know much about you, too. We’ve recently just met so with time, we’ll get to know more about me.”
“The others say you seem to be secretive.”
“Secretive? More like introverted. I just don’t say much.”
“Probably. Some of them are just loudmouths anyway. They always need something to gossip about. If they can’t get anything to talk about, they’ll manufacture it.”
Just then, they heard noise of people gathering in the hallway. They got up and went outside the room to se what was going on.
“What’s up?” mercy asked.
“It’s about Ann,” Jessie said.
“They found her body,” Cherry said.
“What? Where?” Arya asked. She figured it had to be something related to the palace. She’d always known it was dangerous and there was actually proof.
“They found her body in the woods. Apparently she was stabbed and drowned.”
“Oh my goodness!” Mercy exclaimed. “I can’t believe it. Who would do such a thing?”
“Now, I know Ann wasn’t a nice person but she never really seemed to be interested in anyone’s business.”
“She had gotten quite arrogant recently,” Jessie said. “I think the king had slept with her.”
“The king is with Adley,” Arya said, waiting to gauge the reaction. She earned a few laughs and snickers. “Newbie, you don’t know anything.”
Arya was not fazed. “Well, it seems no one liked Ann that much. I don’t see tears.”
“If you die we wouldn’t cry either,” Jessie commented. “Now if someone like Cherry died.”
“Don’t even say that out loud,” cherry said. Superstitious? Probably. She was generally nice and had been there longer than most so Arya could see why she was well-liked. She was the one who showed everybody how things worked in the palace and she did it quite well.
When they dispersed and went into their rooms, Arya locked the door and sat on her bed. If Ann had been killed, then it was unsafe. if she had really slept with the king, that would be the reason someone had done her in. maybe she blackmailed him and got done in. maybe it was Adley who dint want anyone to block her way to the queen Dom or Orianna the evil witch herself who definitely did not want a maid sleeping with her son.
Getting close to the king was dangerous for Arya and she had find a way to stay away until it was clear what happened to Ann. If it turned out to be another jealous maid, she could handle that. But the royals, she want sure.
The fact that Patrick’s whereabouts were still unknown was even worse. She dialed Kalen. He didn’t pick up. She tried again, no answer. Arya started to feel worried. She was in this with Kalen and even though sometimes she thought she could, she knew she wouldn’t be able to complete the revenge mission alone. She needed Kalen. Hoping nothing had happened to him, she decided to go take a shower in the communal bathroom.
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