one from a locked closet, and I silently went to my room. When I saw Madeline’s number right next to mine. That’s when I realized that I hadn’t seen Madeline all night. I was so caught up in my own anxiety that I hadn’t even noticed. Fear struck me. I looked back at the guard, who was counting the blankets, probably to see if he had enough to give everyone. I took the opportunity to peak through the opening in Madeline’s door.
“Madeline?” I whispered.
“I’m here,” her voice trailed.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. I’m just not feeling well.” I felt relieved. The pervert of a guard probably didn’t even know she was there.
“Does Mistress Rue know you didn’t come up tonight?” I asked. I leaned against the door, trying to get a peek of her to make sure she was okay. The door flung open, and within seconds I was in there with her. She jumped out of bed, looked in the direction of the guard, which must have still been distracted, and closed the door until it nearly latched.
“No. I didn’t tell Mistress Rue. I figured there would be a lot of commotion, like there always is with visitors, and no one would notice if I were gone. It obviously worked.” She looked at me with disappointment. I knew she was upset that even I hadn’t noticed.
“I was nervous all night. The guest, this dark terrifying man came up to me, stared me down, and greeted me. My heart was pounding louder than a rock concert,” I said trying to deflect.
She gazed at me confused.
“Why would he care who you are? They never address us,” she questioned, her voice turning concerned.
That’s when it happened. Suddenly we heard footsteps trampling down the hall. No one ever comes down here.
“Find her, now!” I heard Mr. Dresdem say.
Madeline and I quietly hid under her bed.
Chapter 7
Within seconds of our disappearing, we heard three voices in my room. One of them was the calm, cool, and terrifying voice of Mrs. Tresels, the other Mr. Tresels, and of course, Dresdem .
“Mistress Rue said she sent her to her room a few minutes ago. There’s no reason for her to be anywhere else,” Mr. Tresels said with a quiver in his voice.
“I’m returning upstairs to finish my drink. She’d better be placed in my wagon before I finish,” Dresdem warned.
“Yes, sir,” Mr. Tresels whispered then yelled, “Guard, find Rowena, number three, fast! Recruit some help.”
Madeline and I looked at each other through the darkness. Her eyes pierced me, and I could see that she was as nervous as I was.
“What’s going on?” I whispered as quietly as I could. She put her finger to her lips, motioning for me to hush. She slowly made her way out from under the bed.
“What are you doing?” A little bit louder whisper.
“Shh.”
I watched as her feet walked towards her cell door and opened it. I began to panic. Would my only friend turn me in? No. She wouldn’t do that. Besides, why would she insist I be quiet if she were going to tell everyone where to find me? I strained to hear where she may have went, but I only heard three steps.
“Miss, I couldn’t help but overhear. I saw Rowena a few minutes ago. I think she was heading back to the kitchen. She must have forgotten something,” Madeline said in the most innocent and bravely believable voice.
“Guard, check the kitchen!” Mr. Tresels instructed.
I heard their shoes travel down the hall and out of range. Madeline ran back in.
“Come on. “You’ll need to change to blend in. I know a way that we can get you out, but we have to hurry.” Her voice quivered.
I rushed into my room. Threw off my clothes, changed into my costume, stuffed the letters that were in my shoe into my pocket, put the comb in my hair, and then watched Madeline for instructions. She grabbed my servant’s clothing and tossed them into her room. I followed her to the end of the hall to the bathing room. Before we made it outside, I heard footsteps trailing behind
“Madeline?” I whispered.
“I’m here,” her voice trailed.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. I’m just not feeling well.” I felt relieved. The pervert of a guard probably didn’t even know she was there.
“Does Mistress Rue know you didn’t come up tonight?” I asked. I leaned against the door, trying to get a peek of her to make sure she was okay. The door flung open, and within seconds I was in there with her. She jumped out of bed, looked in the direction of the guard, which must have still been distracted, and closed the door until it nearly latched.
“No. I didn’t tell Mistress Rue. I figured there would be a lot of commotion, like there always is with visitors, and no one would notice if I were gone. It obviously worked.” She looked at me with disappointment. I knew she was upset that even I hadn’t noticed.
“I was nervous all night. The guest, this dark terrifying man came up to me, stared me down, and greeted me. My heart was pounding louder than a rock concert,” I said trying to deflect.
She gazed at me confused.
“Why would he care who you are? They never address us,” she questioned, her voice turning concerned.
That’s when it happened. Suddenly we heard footsteps trampling down the hall. No one ever comes down here.
“Find her, now!” I heard Mr. Dresdem say.
Madeline and I quietly hid under her bed.
Chapter 7
Within seconds of our disappearing, we heard three voices in my room. One of them was the calm, cool, and terrifying voice of Mrs. Tresels, the other Mr. Tresels, and of course, Dresdem .
“Mistress Rue said she sent her to her room a few minutes ago. There’s no reason for her to be anywhere else,” Mr. Tresels said with a quiver in his voice.
“I’m returning upstairs to finish my drink. She’d better be placed in my wagon before I finish,” Dresdem warned.
“Yes, sir,” Mr. Tresels whispered then yelled, “Guard, find Rowena, number three, fast! Recruit some help.”
Madeline and I looked at each other through the darkness. Her eyes pierced me, and I could see that she was as nervous as I was.
“What’s going on?” I whispered as quietly as I could. She put her finger to her lips, motioning for me to hush. She slowly made her way out from under the bed.
“What are you doing?” A little bit louder whisper.
“Shh.”
I watched as her feet walked towards her cell door and opened it. I began to panic. Would my only friend turn me in? No. She wouldn’t do that. Besides, why would she insist I be quiet if she were going to tell everyone where to find me? I strained to hear where she may have went, but I only heard three steps.
“Miss, I couldn’t help but overhear. I saw Rowena a few minutes ago. I think she was heading back to the kitchen. She must have forgotten something,” Madeline said in the most innocent and bravely believable voice.
“Guard, check the kitchen!” Mr. Tresels instructed.
I heard their shoes travel down the hall and out of range. Madeline ran back in.
“Come on. “You’ll need to change to blend in. I know a way that we can get you out, but we have to hurry.” Her voice quivered.
I rushed into my room. Threw off my clothes, changed into my costume, stuffed the letters that were in my shoe into my pocket, put the comb in my hair, and then watched Madeline for instructions. She grabbed my servant’s clothing and tossed them into her room. I followed her to the end of the hall to the bathing room. Before we made it outside, I heard footsteps trailing behind
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