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2020-09-07 20:05:34“So what’s King Armand like?” Arya asked. She was seated with two maids in the small garden behind the kitchen. Hours had passed after she had been hired and oriented.
“He’s really nice,” Mercy said, biting into a gigantic piece of red velvet cake, leftover from the princess who had hosted a small party the previous night. “But his evil mother has a lot of influence on him. It’s a pity.”
“Be careful of what you say about the queen mother, Mercy.” Ann, a model-like beauty said. She was a maid of honor to the queen mother.
“Why? Are you going to tell her I said she’s evil? I think she already knows that and she likes it.”
Ann sighed. “Whatever.”
“I’ll go to my room,” Arya stood up and walked to the servants’ quarters. The living area was a little dark since night was approaching. As she looked around for a switch, she felt a sudden movement on her left and before she could turn, something hit the back of her head. A searing pain assaulted her and she turned to see a hooded figure running out.
Clutching her head, Arya staggered towards the nearest couch and slumped on it. Her head hurt as she pondered on the attack. Now, she was completely sure that something was up. Did the royals know who she was? Had they always kept tabs on her while she was living faraway? Did they know she was back for revenge?
They say keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Was that what the royals were doing? What had king Armand whispered to his mother?
Suddenly the lights came on and Arya turned to see Mercy walking towards her. “Why are you seated in the dark?”
“Someone-“Arya stopped, realizing she shouldn’t tell anyone about what had happened. Ann might ask too many questions and she didn’t want any of that. “I’ve got a strong headache.”
“There’s a medicine cabinet in the bathroom,” Mercy informed her. “You’ll find pain killers in there.”
“Thanks,” Arya stood up, her head becoming worse. Slowly, she padded towards the bathroom and searched for the pills she needed.
After getting what she needed, she went to the kitchen and swallowed before proceeding to her room which was on the first floor. Once there, she rummaged her handbag for her phone then stood up. Walking around, she inspected the room for hidden cameras and recording devices. Using her flashlight app, she checked under the bed and table. There was nothing visible to the naked eye but she couldn’t be sure. These people were capable of anything.
Not far away from the servant’s quarters, her father had been murdered in cold blood by the queen mother herself. Arya, only seven at the time had seen her father walk into the building, later followed by the queen mother and a guard.
An hour later, the queen mother and guard came out. Arya in the woods behind the palace had waited for her father to come out so she could give him a message from her mother until night fall. She had returned home, to the small house they lived in. Her father’s body was found in the river two days later.
The queen mother herself had paid Arya’s mother a visit and the next day, her mother said they were leaving the island. Arya never knew the truth until three years later when her mother confessed in her deathbed. Her poor mother who had been so sad and heartbroken for a long time because she was not able to get justice for the man she loved. Arya had decided she’d get justice but wasn’t sure how. Until she met Kalen.
Sitting on the bed, she unlocked her phone and saw she’d missed seven calls from Kalen. She couldn’t talk to him in this room and going outside was out of the question. The only option was to send him a message.
Opening Whatsapp, she typed in ‘Safe at the palace’ and put the phone on the table. She then removed her shoes and lay on the bed, placing her head on the pillow. It had been a crazy first day. Arya wondered what awaited her in the palace which she couldn’t wait to turn upside down. By the time she was done with them, the royals would only be shadows of what they were at the time.
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