Jessica Smith
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Alicia didn't cause any more trouble for the rest of the day. Since the King had permitted her to leave the palace walls, she tried to be on her best behavior for the rest of the day. Harold had insisted they leave the next day, and when she decided against it, he told her that it was for her own good and that she would love to see the kingdom on the 7th day of the week since that was when the markets fully opened and the town would be bubbly. She decided to believe him since she didn't have any choice,…
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Not having anything to do at that moment, Paulina snuck over to the painting room she had been assigned to clean every evening. Seeing as there was no one there, she walked over to the end of the room where she could easily hide if someone was to come in, and she brought out the folded drawing paper of her incomplete drawing and spread it over the flat surface of a board as she sat down on the floor. She ran her hands over the paper to smoothen the creases on it while she looked at the spot where she…
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Alicia stood up with the others when the king entered, and just like the previous morning, she was well behaved, making the others look at her as they wondered whether she was still ill. "How do you feel today?" The Queen asked, watching Alicia with concern as she ate absentmindedly. Lost in thought, Alicia had no idea that she was being spoken to until Harold nudged her side while keeping a straight face. She turned to look at Harold, raising a questioning eyebrow, but turned to look at the queen when…
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Alicia had been told countless times that as soon as the curfew began, everyone was supposed to remain in their rooms with their lights out, so she didn't think there was any trouble looking out the window. After such a nightmare, all she wanted was fresh air, and sitting inside the darkroom was not going to help her achieve that or think properly. So, she opened the curtains and looked out the window. A few torches were burning, but no one was in sight. Even the sounds of animals chirping or running…
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Long after Harold left, Alicia stood by the window staring outside. Two things were on her mind: how had Harold climbed through here without a rope, and secondly, why did he bring her food? It seemed to her like he cared about her even though he preferred to act like he didn't, and she wondered why. Not only had he taken the window to get to her, but he had also hidden from the queen. It suddenly occurred to her that he didn't want anyone to see them living harmoniously. Why? With a sigh, she returned to…
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"Is pretending to be sick so that you can skip your classes worth skipping breakfast?" Harold asked, surprising her. "Beth! That bitch! She came to you, didn't she?" Alicia hissed in annoyance, standing up abruptly from the bed. The sides of Harold's lips twitched in amusement, but he made sure to hide it from her. How she could switch from sick and dying to this in one moment was something he needed to study. "You haven't answered my question," Harold reminded her with his hands behind him. When Beth…
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That morning, Harold took the second floor more than ten times. Whenever he got to the last bend that led to Alicia's room, he would turn around and wander aimlessly before finding himself back there again. So, for the umpteenth time, he scolded himself and returned to his chamber, but he could not sit still. He began to pace around and almost lost it when he found himself biting his nails absent-mindedly. When did he cultivate such a disgusting habit? 'I need to rest. You are troubling me. Just go check…
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Alicia lay still as the royal physician checked her. He placed his hand on her wrist and checked her pulse. After that, he checked her eyes and her tongue. "How are you feeling?" He asked, looking at her with curious concern. Alicia's face was a picture of distress as she raised her hands to her head, "I feel very tired. My head feels like it's going to fall off my neck. My whole body aches. And I can't seem to keep my eyes open," Alicia said in a weak voice, as her eyelids fluttered as though they were…
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As Alicia walked down the hallway to her bedroom, she heard someone call her name just before she took the last turn that led to her bedroom, and turned around to see Tyra, who still had a guilty look on her face. She guessed Tyra was here to apologize for how she ran away earlier today. She couldn't blame her for doing so. "I'm sorry for leaving the way I did." "You don't have to feel bad. I'm okay," she assured Tyra when she noticed that Tyra was still avoiding eye contact with her. "Are you sure?"…
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Alvin related his conversation with Paulina to Harold, and all Paulina had told him about her kind and meek mistress. After listening to Alvin's disappointing response, he concluded that he should have questioned the maid by himself. If you wanted a job like that done well, then you had to do it yourself. Not that he didn't trust Alvin to get his job done, but Alvin didn't have enough information, so he didn't exactly know what to ask, hence he didn't get the answers that he wanted. Although he trusted…
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