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Chapter 7 The Plan

  • Chapter 7: Violet's POV
  • As morning came, I woke up very early. Last night the supervisor told me that Axel himself had instructed that I be spared from late-night duties so I could rest.
  • It convinced me that my conclusions were right. There was a part of him that felt indebted to me, and I planned on using it.
  • I took a quick shower and made myself look presentable before I stepped out of the room in search of the supervisor.
  • The corridor was isolated as most people were still in their rooms or perhaps out on other duties I wasn't aware of.
  • I saw two girls in the general room and I walked up to them. They were packing the folded clothes into baskets.
  • One had short dark hair with freckles on her nose while the other had olive skin with beautiful locks.
  • I got to them and smiled.
  • "Good morning, please, I am looking for the supervisor. Have any of you seen him?" I asked.
  • They exchanged looks between themselves and turned to look at me again.
  • "You are the new girl aren't you?" The one with short dark hair asked.
  • "Yeah, I am."
  • "You should introduce yourself and tell us where you came from before engaging seniors here," she said.
  • It took the grace of heaven for me not to roll my eyes at her comment. They were slaves. How was it important who was a senior and who wasn't?
  • "Watch your tongue, Ash!" The one with the olive skin reprimanded. "She is favored by the King. I don't want any trouble."
  • Then she turned to me. "Go to the male corridor and check the first room. He should be there."
  • "Thank you," I said and made to turn and then I remembered I had no idea where the male corridor was. As far as I could tell there was only one corridor.
  • "I am sorry, where is the male corridor?"
  • Ash rolled her eyes and returned to her work. But Olive Skin gave me a small smile and straightened up.
  • "Come with me," she said and started walking out of the room.
  • I followed behind her and she took me to a door I had thought was just another room but it opened into a second corridor.
  • "First door," she pointed out and then turned to leave.
  • "Thank you!" I whispered at her retreating figure.
  • I took a deep breath and went on to knock at the supervisor's door.
  • "Who the hell is that?" He roared from inside.
  • My brows raised and I looked around me, thankfully the corridor was also empty.
  • It was still dark outside but I could tell the sunrise wasn't so far off anymore.
  • "I am sorry to disturb you but it is urgent!" I called the door.
  • "Urgent to get killed!" He hissed.
  • I took a step back as I heard him shuffle his feet from within and then the sound of keys kissing each other before the door opened.
  • "Oh, it's you!" He hissed. "I should have known. What do you want?" He returned inside and I figured that meant I should follow after him.
  • I blamed his bad reception on time but I was desperate.
  • "Good morning sir. I am sorry for disturbing you so early in the morning—"
  • "That's an understatement. What do you want?" He interjected rudely, glaring at me.
  • "I would like to be assigned for any sort of duty in the mansion today. I... Urmm, it's very important that I am there."
  • His eyes seemed to enlarge as my words visibly sank into his skull —which was completely void of hair
  • He narrowed his eyes and looked at me for a few seconds. "Do you understand what you are asking?"
  • My eyes moved in their sockets as I tried to think of what could possibly be wrong with my request...
  • "Yeah... I am sure. Yes. I want to be assigned there." I repeated.
  • He pushed his mouth forward and nodded his bald head at me.
  • "Very well then. If you are assigned to the mansion, you get to work there for the entire week before you get a shuffle." He walked to his table and that was when I noticed that the office wasn't just an office —it was also his room.
  • There was a small bed in the corner and a pile of clothes sat on it.
  • The sound of the scribbling he was doing pulled my attention back to him.
  • "Violet is what you are called, right?" He asked, still focused on the paper.
  • "Yes. That's my name."
  • He finished his note and handed it to me.
  • "Go to the mansion and ask the guards at the entrance to take you to Hilda. She is the head of maids there. She will show you where you will be needed."
  • I took the paper and I couldn't help but smile. It was so easy.
  • "Thank you very much," I mumbled and he looked at me with those same weary eyes adults looked at a child committing a grave mistake.
  • "I hope you don't return to me crying for a rechange, Violet," he said.
  • I shook my head at once. Why would I do that when all I wanted was to be close to Axel and this was a sure ticket?
  • "Good luck." He motioned to the door and I was more than happy to move out.
  • "Thank you," I muttered again as I walked out of the room.
  • I controlled my excitement once I got to the general area and walked out. More slaves had now joined Ash and Olive Skin with the packing and as I walked out, I tried to be as invisible as possible.
  • "Hey, Princess!" Ash called from behind me.
  • I was already out of the building but it seemed she had followed me out. I slowly turned to look at her with raised brows.
  • "Just because the king spared you from late-night duties doesn't mean you get to skip all duties!" She snarled.
  • She stretched her hands forward and held out a basket full of clothes.
  • "Here, take this and follow us to the mansion!" She added.
  • More girls stepped out of the door with similar baskets and they passed us and moved on in the direction of the mansion.
  • I could have refused. I already had my pass to the mansion but I knew Ash was only looking for trouble.
  • I saw it in her eyes that morning. She was hyperactive and for some reason, she hated me.
  • I placed the note from the supervisor into my jeans pockets and closed the distance between us. I took the basket from her and followed the rest of the girls to the mansion.
  • We filed to the lower floors which belonged to the mansion servants. Their living quarters were ten times better than the slave quarters and they looked less stressed and more friendly.
  • They directed us to the laundry room where all the baskets were nearly arranged in a neat row.
  • After each girl dropped their basket, they quickly made another file and started walking out.
  • As we moved, I felt a hand tap my shoulder.
  • "Hey, Violet right?" The olive-skinned girl said.
  • I nodded and she smiled.
  • "I am Sky. Sorry about my friend's sour mood. She is usually not like that," she explained.
  • "It's fine. I understand," I replied.
  • "If you need help with anything. You can always come to me," Sky said and nodded again before she left my side.
  • Hopefully, I wouldn't be needing anything from her because I planned on leaving here a free woman.
  • As the slaves filed out of the mansion, I walked to a guard and pulled out my note
  • "Good morning. I was sent to present this to a certain Hilda," I said holding the note in front of me.
  • The guard squeezed his already hardened face into a frown and gave me a stern look from head to toe.
  • "You don't look like you can survive a day with Hilda," he scoffed and then returned his focus to guarding the door.
  • I waited as I thought he was waiting out on something or was thinking but he literally forgot that I still existed
  • "Excuse me, where can I find her? You never replied!" I insisted.
  • His eyes returned to me and he kissed his tongue to his teeth. "Pesky little human! I am only trying to save you but since you are so adamant about killing yourself, be my guest!" He spat out.
  • He looked to his right and yelled "Alonso!"
  • A short but stoic guard jogged towards us and he pointed at me. "Take her to Hilda. Fresh on duty."
  • Alonso, the short guy, snickered and motioned for me to follow him with his fingers.
  • It was at this point I started to truly wonder what it was that this Hilda person made slaves do in the mansion.
  • We got to her quarters and Alonso left me to my fate. I knocked and the door opened to a nice petite lady.
  • "Sam must have sent you?" She asked as she looked at me.
  • "Yes," I said and then hurriedly gave her my letter.
  • She took it and read through it and then nodded.
  • "Okay, you will go to the dungeons. Your first assignment is to clean the faeces off the corridor."