You can't run forever

Chapter three - Confrontation with the general

We hurried to take our seats in the grand theater, as the places began to fill up, even for royalty. Clarissa and I hurried up to the front so we could see nice and close and breathe in every detail and drink in every movement. Nope this wasn't our favourite television series or Movie this was much more.

The spare seat on my right was quickly filled up by a average heighted male with short army styled strawberry blonde hair. "Hey Babe" He grinned at me. "Its High Princess Cassandra to you" I said in my most boring tone with my coldest stare, for only 20 he was really arrogant.  "Why is it that Royal chicks are always the best at death stares" He said trying to lighten the mood. "Because they can tell a idiot faster" Replied Clarissa. "Hey Izzy! haven't seen you in a while! my you've grown from that cute 12 year old who used to be head over heels for me"Replied the youth staring boldly at my sister. "I think you're mistaken, General, I never would have been so stupid" Said Clarissa with a smirk. I turned my head away from their conversation, and instead looked at my watch which said 3 minutes to eleven, it wasn't my fight anymore. "Well Izzy why don't you come sit here and we can carry on the conversation without bothering, her majesty" Said the General patting the seat next to him which was currently empty. "Thanks General but I think I'll be safer next to my sister, then next to the head of the guards, but don't worry! some unexpecting girl will come sit there and you can spend the rest of the documentary trying to charm her!"  Exclaimed my sister. "Suit yourself Izzy, Princess C, A pretty maid came and told me that you needed to speak to me about a... recent development" Said the general leaning up on one arm and making eye contact with me. "yes that! I mean, general, what need do you have that you had to urgently fire her? why did you not consider putting through a full permit? she could have gone on temporary leave!" I argued childlessly. "She asked for permission to visit a sick relative and I refused because of the limited amount of good staff around this year, it is not my fault that she did not wish to go through a proper permit process, she was in quite a hurry you see" Said the general, all signs of flirting ceased. "Well it's not your job to decide what happens with the servants! and we do allow leave for sick relatives up to two weeks! she has not gone on leave for two whole years which gives her around 5 months of leave! She was a determined one as well, stubborn but she and her family have been working here since she turned 16 last year! I bet you two necklaces of my gold finery that this has something to do with your flirting! you always scare off servants like that!" I finished with a single huff of breath my face turning red at the cheeks. "Chill C, there's more than one maid in Anerbriva" Said the general scratching his chin, "I'll sort it out". "Yeah right" Snorted Clarissa turning her head to the big screen. The general went slightly red "are you doubting my ability to handle situations?" he said offended and left to get up before the announcers came in "bye Cassie, bye Izzy" he smirked as he grabbed his jacket. Just then the documentary started.