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I took my time heading down to lunch. The only reason I was going in the first place was because I knew Queen would be there. I was curious to see her interaction with Sebastian, yet I wasn't excited to see them together...hence my slow roaming around the halls. The later I arrived, the less time I would have to spend watching Queen with him.
As I passed the room Queen was previously staying in I heard footsteps in it. Is she moving back to her room? I listened outside the door for a few moments and heard the click of heels and opening and closing of drawers that I knew for a fact were empty considering Queen didn't unpack.
"Shit," a woman's voice muttered, a voice that wasn't Queen. I barged into the room, finding it empty with Queen's belongings spread across the room.
"Show yourself," I said. When no one stepped out, I ran a hand through my hair in irritation. From the corner of my eye, I caught a small note on the barren table. I rolled my eyes, recognizing it as one of the notes Queen received and I walked towards it. I expected it to be addressed to her as it always was, but when I saw my name scribbled across the top, I took another look around. What the fuck?
"You're a real bitch, you know?" I yelled into the empty space as I held the note up.
Syn, you missed me. Just barely. I really need to work on my quickness in my old age. I figure it's time for me to introduce myself, but I feel as though I deserve one HELL of a grand entrance...for old time's sake. Throw me a party! One month from today. I've done the honors of creating a guest list for you on the back. I want and DESERVE only the best. Make me feel like I've gotten less than that, and Queen will pay. Don't fuck it up. See you soon. P.S. Not a bitch ;).
I flipped the note around to see a small messy row of names. All names that I knew...names that somehow all lived in the palace except for one. My father. Who are you? I set the note down, taking a picture of it before sending it to my father and hoping that he'd somehow be able to recognize the writing. The quicker we got on top of this, the better.
I picked up the note, getting ready to head to lunch all the while resisting the urge to crumble it right then and there. In general, if they were watching me I would've thrived on the show of defiance. But I wasn't the one that would get hurt from that. Whoever it was had already kidnapped Queen, and I didn't want to set them off.
Look at you.
I scoffed, storming out of the room and fuming about how pathetic I already was. I condemned my father for holding back for my mother's sake, yet now that's what I was doing. "So fucking stupid," I mumbled.
I walked down to the lunch and huffed when I looked towards Queen and saw her sitting with some dude that had his arm around the back of her chair. Sebastian. They were giggling and laughing as he whispered something into her ear and her words about not getting back together with him felt like lies.
