made with finesse and delicate craftsmanship, and Jenna couldn’t help being drawn to the detailed woodwork of the massive canopy poster bed that held a prominent place in the room.
“I think we should leave,” Jenna said and moved closer to her friend, who was still on his knees looking under the bed.
She was close enough to let her hands run over the monogram engraved in the bed frame and admired the accuracy and beauty of the design.
“We really should go,” she repeated when her eyes caught something odd hanging over the bed. It looked like a piece of regular lined paper like you would tear off a paper notepad, and from where she was standing she could tell that it was written in English, but was unable to read the whole thing. Curious, she drew closer and leaned over the bed to get close enough to see what it said.
The price of apathy towards public affairs is to be ruled by evil men.
Jenna pulled back and repeated it to herself in a low mutter. “The price of apathy towards public affairs is to be ruled by evil men.”
The music man got up from the floor and dusted his pants off, which was unnecessary as the room was spotless, with fresh marks from the vacuum cleaner.
He didn’t seem stressed about trespassing, and picked up a picture frame from a desk of drawers and showed Jenna.
“Kioni,” he said smilingly and she walked closer to see the photo in his hands showing King Kopilus with an arm around the man who was now standing beside her. They were younger in the picture and both grinning widely.
Jenna looked at a few other framed pictures and saw what she assumed were the king’s parents. These were not typical stiff royal pictures but informal family photos like you would find in any household. The music man was clearly explaining about the people in the photos and pointing to each one, and Jenna got the impression that they were all dear to him. She wondered what his relation to the king was, and once again she wished she had done better research. Was he a brother, a cousin, or something else completely?
“What is your name?” she asked and took his hand to get him to stop talking. She put her hand to her chest and said: “Jenna.” And then she pointed to him.
He looked down at her hand and up to her eyes with an expression of uncertainty. He didn’t understand what she wanted from him.
“Jenna,” she repeated and pointed to herself.
Suddenly his eyes widened and he put a hand to his own chest. “Kalen,” he said.
“Kalen,” she repeated and saw joy in his eyes.
“Jenne,” he said.
“Jenna,” she corrected him.
“Jenne.”
“No, Jennaaaa.”
“Jenna,” he said and patted her head clumsily.
“Yes, you got it.” She smiled, and when he leaned in to give her yet another of his warm hugs she allowed it and hugged him back. “I like you too, Kalen, but we really shouldn’t be in here. Come on!” This time she pulled him along and prayed that no one would find out that she had been trespassing in the king’s most private chamber.
Kalen waved his hand at the guard posted outside, and the young man politely inclined his head but otherwise kept his stiff position.
The farther they got away from the bedroom the more easily Jenna could breathe again. She felt incredibly lucky that nothing bad had happened.
“Ahh, there you is, Ms. Jenna Davis,”a voice suddenly resounded. “Finally. We not found you anywhere.”
Jenna recognized Coun Meme and saw a slightly annoyed expression on his face as the little plump man came waddling toward them. “I have message for you, but you was not in room.”
“Thank you, Coun Meme, I was looking for someone to take me to my team and I’m afraid I got lost.”
“Ahh, yes… your team is what my message are about. You must not go for hotels. They is all go here instead.”
His strong accent was really hard to understand, especially because he had a loose interpretation of English grammar. Just to be sure she repeated what she
“I think we should leave,” Jenna said and moved closer to her friend, who was still on his knees looking under the bed.
She was close enough to let her hands run over the monogram engraved in the bed frame and admired the accuracy and beauty of the design.
“We really should go,” she repeated when her eyes caught something odd hanging over the bed. It looked like a piece of regular lined paper like you would tear off a paper notepad, and from where she was standing she could tell that it was written in English, but was unable to read the whole thing. Curious, she drew closer and leaned over the bed to get close enough to see what it said.
The price of apathy towards public affairs is to be ruled by evil men.
Jenna pulled back and repeated it to herself in a low mutter. “The price of apathy towards public affairs is to be ruled by evil men.”
The music man got up from the floor and dusted his pants off, which was unnecessary as the room was spotless, with fresh marks from the vacuum cleaner.
He didn’t seem stressed about trespassing, and picked up a picture frame from a desk of drawers and showed Jenna.
“Kioni,” he said smilingly and she walked closer to see the photo in his hands showing King Kopilus with an arm around the man who was now standing beside her. They were younger in the picture and both grinning widely.
Jenna looked at a few other framed pictures and saw what she assumed were the king’s parents. These were not typical stiff royal pictures but informal family photos like you would find in any household. The music man was clearly explaining about the people in the photos and pointing to each one, and Jenna got the impression that they were all dear to him. She wondered what his relation to the king was, and once again she wished she had done better research. Was he a brother, a cousin, or something else completely?
“What is your name?” she asked and took his hand to get him to stop talking. She put her hand to her chest and said: “Jenna.” And then she pointed to him.
He looked down at her hand and up to her eyes with an expression of uncertainty. He didn’t understand what she wanted from him.
“Jenna,” she repeated and pointed to herself.
Suddenly his eyes widened and he put a hand to his own chest. “Kalen,” he said.
“Kalen,” she repeated and saw joy in his eyes.
“Jenne,” he said.
“Jenna,” she corrected him.
“Jenne.”
“No, Jennaaaa.”
“Jenna,” he said and patted her head clumsily.
“Yes, you got it.” She smiled, and when he leaned in to give her yet another of his warm hugs she allowed it and hugged him back. “I like you too, Kalen, but we really shouldn’t be in here. Come on!” This time she pulled him along and prayed that no one would find out that she had been trespassing in the king’s most private chamber.
Kalen waved his hand at the guard posted outside, and the young man politely inclined his head but otherwise kept his stiff position.
The farther they got away from the bedroom the more easily Jenna could breathe again. She felt incredibly lucky that nothing bad had happened.
“Ahh, there you is, Ms. Jenna Davis,”a voice suddenly resounded. “Finally. We not found you anywhere.”
Jenna recognized Coun Meme and saw a slightly annoyed expression on his face as the little plump man came waddling toward them. “I have message for you, but you was not in room.”
“Thank you, Coun Meme, I was looking for someone to take me to my team and I’m afraid I got lost.”
“Ahh, yes… your team is what my message are about. You must not go for hotels. They is all go here instead.”
His strong accent was really hard to understand, especially because he had a loose interpretation of English grammar. Just to be sure she repeated what she
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