He was annoyed. The stares, and glares and smirks from servants and guards were unbearable, but what angered him more was the fact that he got caught. He was never caught. He was always silent and stealthy, making his with the most rigorous and agile movements possible. He kept his and his group’s identities hidden. They completed their job without leaving any type of evidence, and they would be long gone before they even found out that there had been crime. He was never careless, and he tried his best to stay anonymous. But this time he was caught, and possibly would suffer a great punishment from the Lady of the household, Lady Jameson.
But how could he ever get caught? Well, she found him. He was astonished to see a pair of brown eyes staring at him after he had given the medallion from Lady Jameson’s vault to Tess so she could take it to their group. The girl’s eyes widened and before he could make a run, she had plummeted on top of him and screamed at the top of her lungs for the guards to come into the vault. He had never seen such exotic brown eyes; they had flecks of gold around the irises and they had this intensity that, in other circumstances, he would like to have taken advantage of. The girl was gorgeous; perfect round lips, beautiful big eyes and a skin so soft that made him consider her state as servant.
A pair of rough hands filled with callouses brought him back to reality, lifting him up and taking him away from the girl that seemed almost too perfect to be someone else’s property. He was taken to the main hall, filled with golden statues and colorful jars. The walls were a blinding white in contrast of the light that poured through a large window in the opposite site from where he had entered. The servants, with their usual red ornaments on the shirts of men and in the women’s cropped tube tops and matching pants, stared at him with fear; most of them were bare foot and some wore chains around their necks. The guards wore a white shirt under their blue jacket and fitting pants.
The lady of the household, however, wore jewels to no extent on her fingers, her ears, her wrists, and her ankles. She wore a simple blue night dress that extended her figure and made her face stand out. That face that brought Day’s creep out of him. He didn’t like the woman and she knew that; they have had this rivalry ever since she had killed his mother; ever since she made his father leave to war everybody knew they weren’t going to win. The one and only woman he was ever afraid to. She smirked as if reading his thoughts and looked at him from above. He had been forced to kneel in front of her. Oh, how much respect he would ever have for her. As much respect as a monkey could have.
“It has been a long time, hasn’t it, Daniel?” her voiced purred, as she lowered a hand to his chin. He pulled away with disgust.
“Not as much as I would like,” he responded, trying to look everywhere, but not her eyes. He noticed the girl, standing tall (although she wasn’t tall at all, she could be tall enough to get to his shoulders), with a firm gaze and her arms behind her. She wore the same outfit as the servants, but with golden embroidery at the length of her pants and in her top. A royal servant? That spiked his curiosity.
“Yet, my dear boy. I found that you were stealing from me. Again.”
Yes, he had stolen from her when he was eight. And he didn’t regret it.
“I might have.”
“You know you will not go unpunished, do you? This time you can’t escape, I have made sure of it.”
Sadly, she was right. He couldn’t escape this time. He hadn’t expected this, and Tess and the others would be gone by now. They knew they couldn’t come back. Day looked up at the ceiling. He was going to be killed. He could sense it. It wasn’t ho he wanted to die, but he accepted it. Oh dear mother, forgive me for following this path. Father, sorry for not being a soldier just like you. I know this isn’t the path I should have followed and that I disappointed you, but-
“Mistress?” a small, but strong voice cut his prayers and made him search the crowd they had gained. It had been the girl, the beautiful girl that had captured him. She was biting her lip, as if she were going to be pushed next to him and be killed along with him.
“What do you want, June? This is not time for you to be interrupting,” said Lady Jameson, glaring at the girl’s direction.
“Well, mistress,” the girl, June, started, “I believe he can be useful to us. I mean, he must know where his group is hiding.”
The silenced that followed made Day question the girl’s fate. But she was right, he understood. She was trying to give him a reason to stay alive. He could just push things until he found a way to escape from this horrible place.
“What if he can? Is better to kill him know and avoid future problems,” Lady Jameson said, rising an eyebrow.
“He can guide us to the medallion is what I am saying mistress. He will know where they are, hence, the medallion.”
Lady Jameson felt silent. Her brows knitted in concentration as she pondered what she had been told. Stupid woman. Just accept the statement. Let him live. That was all Day could ever want. The silence was unnerving and he started to seat; he couldn’t be killed here, not as ridiculously as this. He had to die heroically. A remembered death. Not inside this witch’s palace.“Alright, I accept your opinion, but you will take care of him then, June,” he turned to him, her smirk coming back, sending a shiver down his spine. “I hope you get to love our prodigy girl. She is a precious treasure to me, so don’t think you can steal my cherished possession.”