Escape...Sort Of
A voice startled me into the wardrobe; I dove in it headfirst, not thinking about what I was doing.
“Earl! How ‘bout settlin’ down for a pint or two?”
“Aye, sounds good.”
The two guards sauntered by, their helmets gleaming in the torchlight.
When I was younger, I wondered why there were droves of guards wherever I was – now I know the reason was because I am (and was) dangerous.
I slipped out of the wardrobe silently, and tiptoed to my room again, where I put my feet in my traveling boots.
Ariana had given them to me (she said they would serve me well, but I do not understand why she would say that…).
After that, I pattered down to the hall leading out of the castle, and hoped I wouldn’t be noticed.
A glance at the grandfather clock confirmed my hunch; I was only seconds away from missing the five minute window of time.
I raced forward, not caring about the clack of my boots on the stone, and only stopped when I came to the entrance.
“Hey! You! Wait! Where are you going?”
That didn’t last.