Hannah stood still, exposing her light figure, standing tall at the basement door.
Foden became amazed. He still couldn't process the whole situation. The picture wasn't clear in his sight. They appear very blurry. "My princess" Is that you? Foden proceeded forward, pointing forth his torch, trying to figure out who it was. Of course it was Hannah.
She just stood there looking lost like a drenched fowl who was been stripped off it morning maize. What are you doing here this late at night. You should be on your bed, heavily dozing the night off. He threw question at the strange looking princess, sounding more of a father than a guard. Hannah was mute. Her lips were heavily sealed up in silence.
She appears under pressure but her body remain calm like that of a dove. Foden was out of clue. The princess new found silence won't yield any positive result. His eyes wavered towards the padlock. What he saw and witnessed feels like friction. They felt unreal. Foden eye ball expanded widely. The locks were open.
The large, huge metal guiding the basement like a guardian angel, had been compromised by someone anonymous, certainly a third party. Without thinking twice, Foden went straight for the door, sliding it apart, gaining entrance into the building. Although, only the king and prince Luther had legal access to the building but the scenario was entirely different.
This could be considered an emergency so his action could be justified. Foden kept his eyes in check, scrutinizing the treasure room, hoping to catch a scent of the intruder. Whoever slotted there way in, wasn't a novice. He had did a clean job, disappearing without a glitch in movement. Who could it be? It too early to hold anyone responsible.
He had to table the incident to the king. Foden suspicious raised slightly by one percent.
Something was definitely fishy about the palace gentle lad. Jay had earned that title a year ago after been thoroughly considered as the most gentle and benevolent palace staff. Quite kids with less or extremely fewer words are the most dangerous set of human.
They operate like vipers, laying low beneath the sand and striking unexpectedly. There must have been a solid reason as to why the king grew suspicious of Jay. He badged out of the building, heading fast towards Jay room. Foden pushed Jay door open, declining any form of courtesy or privacy. Foden was convinced.
He thought he knew Jay like the lines across his palm but he got it all wrong. Jay was a dubious pretender, a cunning specie of human, walking around the earth globe with extremely smart minds. Foden swung his robust eye into the room, only to see Jay snoring fast asleep.
He stares at his tall figure for few seconds with massive disappointment written all over his face.
Foden walked out of the room, leveraging his giant figure down the stairs. Hannah was restless.
She clinched unto her bed, grabbing a hold of her bed sheet. Her palm buzzed, trembling very fast. Her eyes had saw something that was much bigger than her fragile mind. Hannah felt she was dreaming and would love to go back to sleep but this was reality spitting right on her face.
What part of the needle should she pull in the thread? Where exactly should she start the self discussion? Now, it became crystal clear that the boy whom had always journeyed through the valley of silence was far from an average man. To make matter worse, how can a trident talk like a human. The fortune seer was certainly not joking around.
Her words were nothing but the pure truth. Jay calmness were just a total cover up. He was extraordinary and looks nothing of a mere mortal. Judging by what she saw, Jay would confidently supersede all palace guards, no matter the stretch or numbers. What should be her next step? Her head spin in confusion, totally congested with episodes of thought.
Her father should know about this. She ought to hurriedly feed him the mysterious discovery. Hannah brain were booting rapidly. Her eyes were weary, looking so stressed and disturbed. A second thought pumped into her head, totally condemning the first one. Jay wasn't a bad person. If his lifestyle were to be written in a biography, he will be remembered has one of Albion greatest hero.
Would she be able to murder the guilt burning in her mind if she ends up exposing him.
If not anything, Hannah knew her father, the king like the back of her palm. Even though she was little and petty, she could recall some tragic story of men whose fate were toyed with.
A typical example was Cowan, the warrior who saved her elder sister, Ariana.
Her father was that kind of man. He tends to forget and disband your good deed and only judge based on his emotion. Any wrong move from her path would put Jay in a more similar situation. The talking trident, yellow eyeball and complete body aura. "Oh it was just too much" should she confront him? What would happens if she did?
Hannah felt empty. Her throat dried in agony. She needed something greasy to stop the itch but there was none. Nothing more! Just a bag load of thought. She still couldn't understand why she adores Jay. They were two human with probably two different world. She was a renowned princess. An apple in the king sight. Jay on the other hand was the son of the kingdom most respected hunter.
The thought of this made her heart pound. Admiring Jay was a total waste of time, effort and energy. If she decide to push forward in her love pursuit, history could repeat itself.
Whatever love circle they had would end up in a crash just like that of her sister, Ariana and Cowan, the skillful swordsman.
Who the hell made it a law that the royal family can only be married to themselves .
The thought of this disgusted her heart. She hated the barbaric idea. Yes! She admitted to have drastically fell for Jay. She couldn't flag her eyes off his amazing handsome figure. But did that quite, mysterious human saw her the same way.
He was too reserved, always minding his business. He surely wasn't the lover boy type. But on a more serious note, that was the main aspect that attractedHannah. She love his less urge to speak and his standard composure. Hannah had managed to force her eyes close, putting herself to an impromptu sleep. While asleep, she dreamt, seeing Jay been dragged to the market square.
He was tied with shackles and chain. The guards were about to chop off his head when she popped her eyes open.