she still could. She hoped it meant Bren hadn't given up. She walked over to the only other door in the room and stepped into the finest bathroom she'd ever set foot in. It was magnificent, all black marble and gold fixings. Giant potted plants set in the corner gave the room a natural feel. After she started th e shower, she peeled off her bloody clothes and stepped into the spray. As she rinsed off the gore and let the hot water soothe her tired muscles, she thought about what Ethan had told her in the limo. What did he mean when he said he had been there since h er first breath? That couldn ’ t possibly have been true, could it? She would certainly have seen him if he were following her. But it might explain why Brena though he was part of some team out to get her. Maybe Bren had seen him before and that was why th e y were always on the run. But why not tell her until now? It didn ’ t make sense. None of it did. The only truth she could believe was that Ethan did love her. She has felt it the night in his car as she fed on him. Was it really only two nights ago that he appeared? As her thoughts ran themselves in circles, she washed her hair and body and stood for a few minutes just letting the water pound her back and shoulders. Brena eventually yelled that she had been in there long enough. By the time she was dried of f , the clothes had arrived. Beautiful dresses made with fabrics that must have been from India. The cut was perfect for her slight frame and they flowed wonderfully as she turned to see in the mirror. They had matching slippers too. She picked the blue and violet to bring out the natural blue in her hair. Brena washed in record time and took the green and white dress. It brought out the green in her hazel eyes and made her long, curling hair look like fire. She looked beautiful, but her face had a sallow sh a de that brought out the light dusting of freckles on her nose and checks.
"They must not be planning to behead us." Alex said looking at herself in the full length mirror. Brena chuckled.
"No. Something much worse I imagine." She sat on the bed facing the door. She braided her wet hair down her back and then helped pin Alex's hair up in a twist. After a few tense minutes, a servant came to show them to the throne room. As they approached they saw Joseph being dragged down the hall by a man so la r ge he seemed to take up the space from floor to ceiling. She almost felt sorry for poor Joe. Almost.
"That was Master Orleans," Brena whispered as they passed. She would know, she knew everybody.
The servant stopped in front of two large doors. He pushed them open and swept his arm out to signal them inside, and then walked away. The throne room turned out to be a board room of sorts. The right side of the room was all windows overlooking the harbor. It was a beautiful view. There was a long rectan g ular table in the middle, and a half circle against the far left, that held computers and other types of office equipment. Ethan stood at the back of the room in front of a man seated at the head of the table. His head was down as he scribbled in a notebo o k. They had stopped in the doorway of the room; both presumably too scared to enter. Ethan waved them in. He looked very resigned, with his hands clasped behind his back. Perhaps he had come to terms with her death. She hadn't yet. The man she was assumin g was the King still hadn't noticed them, so they waited. After a few moments Ethan finally cleared his throat.
"Your Majesty, may I introduce Miss Alexandria Lambert,” a pause and then, "And Miss Sarah Kilkenny."
"What?" Alex asked, confused.
T he King looked up then, shock written clearly on his face. He jumped up out of his seat, knocking it over in the in the process. He stared wide eyed at Brena as if he were seeing a ghost.
"I hope you don't expect me to curtsy," Brena said, staring at h im as he stared at her.
"Never," he
"They must not be planning to behead us." Alex said looking at herself in the full length mirror. Brena chuckled.
"No. Something much worse I imagine." She sat on the bed facing the door. She braided her wet hair down her back and then helped pin Alex's hair up in a twist. After a few tense minutes, a servant came to show them to the throne room. As they approached they saw Joseph being dragged down the hall by a man so la r ge he seemed to take up the space from floor to ceiling. She almost felt sorry for poor Joe. Almost.
"That was Master Orleans," Brena whispered as they passed. She would know, she knew everybody.
The servant stopped in front of two large doors. He pushed them open and swept his arm out to signal them inside, and then walked away. The throne room turned out to be a board room of sorts. The right side of the room was all windows overlooking the harbor. It was a beautiful view. There was a long rectan g ular table in the middle, and a half circle against the far left, that held computers and other types of office equipment. Ethan stood at the back of the room in front of a man seated at the head of the table. His head was down as he scribbled in a notebo o k. They had stopped in the doorway of the room; both presumably too scared to enter. Ethan waved them in. He looked very resigned, with his hands clasped behind his back. Perhaps he had come to terms with her death. She hadn't yet. The man she was assumin g was the King still hadn't noticed them, so they waited. After a few moments Ethan finally cleared his throat.
"Your Majesty, may I introduce Miss Alexandria Lambert,” a pause and then, "And Miss Sarah Kilkenny."
"What?" Alex asked, confused.
T he King looked up then, shock written clearly on his face. He jumped up out of his seat, knocking it over in the in the process. He stared wide eyed at Brena as if he were seeing a ghost.
"I hope you don't expect me to curtsy," Brena said, staring at h im as he stared at her.
"Never," he
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