He said arrogantly. When he left, Memory sighed in relief, clutching her chest tightly.
“Oh my god. Oh my god.” This is the single most scariest thing I’ve ever done. And I survived. Oh my god.
Nervous, Memory stuffed her mouth with the biscuits on the table, hoping it would quell her anxiety. But it didn’t leave, even that night. She tossed and turned. What if the King kicked her out before Queen Beryl died, before she convinced her to hand over the inheritance? What then? It would be twenty-five million dollars down the drain.
She eventually fell asleep, but was plagued by nightmares. Diana rushed in on more than one occasion, but Memory, stubborn and prideful, refused any help.
“I’m just scared.” She told her. “I’ll be fine.”
It was a repeat of the previous day; Memory dashing through the palace halls, screaming bloody murder, while Diana chased her with a broom. She was hiding behind the gold statue near the parlor when Elliot appeared out of nowhere.
“Princess?”
Memory froze, jumping. She burst into a fit of coughs. “Diana?!”
“It is Elliot, princess.”
“Oh. Well.” Memory’s heart started pounding. “At least I didn’t fall this time, right?”
Elliot’s flat expressi on didn’t change. “Of course, Princess.” He turned to leave when Memory stopped him.
“Can I ask you something?”
“You do not need permission, Princess.”
“Please don’t say P rincess at the end of every sentence.” Memory requested, busy looking right and left for any sign of a broomstick. “It’s kinda annoying.”
“I apologize, P rincess. What else am I supposed to say?”
“Jade wor ks.” Memory spotted Diana turn around the corner and immediately stiffened behind the statue. She put a finger up to her lips, motioning for Elliot to be silent.
“Ah, master Elliot.” Memory heard Diana say in her sweetest voice. “Have you seen her highness, Princess Jade?”
Elliot’s eyes flickered towards her, and Memory shook her head making a zipping motion on her lips. He looked back at Diana.
“I am afraid not.”
“That’s a pity. Let me know if you see her–she still hasn’t completed last week’s work.”
When the last of Diana’s footsteps faded away, Memory let out her breath, laughing.
“Goodness. For a moment there I thought you’d tell her the truth.”
“You need to complete your work, Princess.”
Memory groaned. Now he was just being irritating. “Jade. Or Lady Jade, if you have to. Anything but princess. That word is going to drive me crazy.”
“As you wish, L ady Jade.”
Memory stared at him, but forced herself to prey her eyes away. It was tiring to look at him so much.
“Have you seen my brother? Prince Cassian, I mean.”
Elliot nodded stiffly. “He left for Japan.”
She jumped. “What? When?”
“This morning.”
“When will he be back?”
“Next week.” Elliot bowed. “Excuse me, princess.”
Memory’s jaw hung low, still reeling from the fact her only sort-of-ally had abandoned in a tank of piranhas. How was she going to survive? Would the madness ever end?
“Princess Jade?”
“Elliot, I said–oh, uncle.” Memory nodded in greeting. He chuckled and stroked his small goatee. To her, he looked like a younger, much friendlier and definitely less scarier version of King Darius.
“I see. Running away from the head maid again?”
Memory paused. “How did you know?”
He laughed uproariously. “Everyone knows. Ah, we haven’t had such excitement in the palace in years.”
“Glad to know my pain brings you amusement.” She retorted, planning her next move. Diana had headed left, towards the kitchens, and she knew the best way to avoid her was to sneak into places the maids had no access too.
“I was about to go for a joust, but if you’d like, I could help you hide.”
Memory smiled with glee. “Really?”
“But of course.” He leaned forward and whispered, “This house is full of secrets.”
He grinned and
“Oh my god. Oh my god.” This is the single most scariest thing I’ve ever done. And I survived. Oh my god.
Nervous, Memory stuffed her mouth with the biscuits on the table, hoping it would quell her anxiety. But it didn’t leave, even that night. She tossed and turned. What if the King kicked her out before Queen Beryl died, before she convinced her to hand over the inheritance? What then? It would be twenty-five million dollars down the drain.
She eventually fell asleep, but was plagued by nightmares. Diana rushed in on more than one occasion, but Memory, stubborn and prideful, refused any help.
“I’m just scared.” She told her. “I’ll be fine.”
It was a repeat of the previous day; Memory dashing through the palace halls, screaming bloody murder, while Diana chased her with a broom. She was hiding behind the gold statue near the parlor when Elliot appeared out of nowhere.
“Princess?”
Memory froze, jumping. She burst into a fit of coughs. “Diana?!”
“It is Elliot, princess.”
“Oh. Well.” Memory’s heart started pounding. “At least I didn’t fall this time, right?”
Elliot’s flat expressi on didn’t change. “Of course, Princess.” He turned to leave when Memory stopped him.
“Can I ask you something?”
“You do not need permission, Princess.”
“Please don’t say P rincess at the end of every sentence.” Memory requested, busy looking right and left for any sign of a broomstick. “It’s kinda annoying.”
“I apologize, P rincess. What else am I supposed to say?”
“Jade wor ks.” Memory spotted Diana turn around the corner and immediately stiffened behind the statue. She put a finger up to her lips, motioning for Elliot to be silent.
“Ah, master Elliot.” Memory heard Diana say in her sweetest voice. “Have you seen her highness, Princess Jade?”
Elliot’s eyes flickered towards her, and Memory shook her head making a zipping motion on her lips. He looked back at Diana.
“I am afraid not.”
“That’s a pity. Let me know if you see her–she still hasn’t completed last week’s work.”
When the last of Diana’s footsteps faded away, Memory let out her breath, laughing.
“Goodness. For a moment there I thought you’d tell her the truth.”
“You need to complete your work, Princess.”
Memory groaned. Now he was just being irritating. “Jade. Or Lady Jade, if you have to. Anything but princess. That word is going to drive me crazy.”
“As you wish, L ady Jade.”
Memory stared at him, but forced herself to prey her eyes away. It was tiring to look at him so much.
“Have you seen my brother? Prince Cassian, I mean.”
Elliot nodded stiffly. “He left for Japan.”
She jumped. “What? When?”
“This morning.”
“When will he be back?”
“Next week.” Elliot bowed. “Excuse me, princess.”
Memory’s jaw hung low, still reeling from the fact her only sort-of-ally had abandoned in a tank of piranhas. How was she going to survive? Would the madness ever end?
“Princess Jade?”
“Elliot, I said–oh, uncle.” Memory nodded in greeting. He chuckled and stroked his small goatee. To her, he looked like a younger, much friendlier and definitely less scarier version of King Darius.
“I see. Running away from the head maid again?”
Memory paused. “How did you know?”
He laughed uproariously. “Everyone knows. Ah, we haven’t had such excitement in the palace in years.”
“Glad to know my pain brings you amusement.” She retorted, planning her next move. Diana had headed left, towards the kitchens, and she knew the best way to avoid her was to sneak into places the maids had no access too.
“I was about to go for a joust, but if you’d like, I could help you hide.”
Memory smiled with glee. “Really?”
“But of course.” He leaned forward and whispered, “This house is full of secrets.”
He grinned and
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