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I woke up with an aching back. I guess that’s what happens when your body is mad at you for ignoring a perfectly good bed. But the ache keeps me on my toes. As soon as my brain remembers where I was, the events of yesterday feel more real now that I wake up to a gold plated ceiling. The sunlight filters through the thin, sheer white curtains. It bathes the room in a heavenly glow. But I don’t stare in awe for long. I try the door, hoping the queen would be gracious enough to give me an easy escape. No such luck.

The first thing I look for is really anything of use. Gold, simple food, maps, maybe a convenient secret passage. No such passage was found, but I did find a porcelain statue of a pig with wings. That actually flew, well, partially. I don’t think it realized what was happening when I accidentally threw it out the window when I found an ornate key under it. Of course, the key doesn’t unlock the door. I put in my pocket though, just in case it decides to want to be helpful.

By the time I’ve searched the entire bathroom, a knock thumps on the door. Completely out of respect before whoever knocked barged in. A thief’s instinct never fails, even as the bathroom door swings silently open on well-oiled hinges. My hand reaches out for a towel to cover my gold pile building in the corner.

The woman who comes in is tall and lean with dark, straight ebony hair braided intricately down to the small of her back. Her caramel skin reflected the sunlight perfectly, creating the illusion she was glowing. A dark blue silk gown hung around her frame, complementing her eyes perfectly. I almost threw the pig at her, then realized it was badly hurt in the garden outside. In the smoothest voice anyone could have, she spoke with the volume of a whisper, “So you’re the one my mother spent so much time trying to find.” Her intent was harsh but the sound of her voice reminded me of a fawn. How her grace was so overwhelming was beyond me. But I still managed to roll my eyes; she needed to know she can’t charm everyone.

The door to the chamber closed and before I could lunge out of the bathroom, the lock clicked into place and the swish of silk faded away. I turned back to my task and switched to the wardrobe to raid. When the doors opened, gowns of green and silver shuffled around in the breeze produced. The drawers under them have nothing of value that I could use behind enemy walls, so I move on. As I work, a voice in the back of my head begins to speak. I don’t take notice at first, but it kept getting louder and louder until I was sure that there was someone behind me. No one was there, just my own imagination running wild. Or so I thought.

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