Chapter 5 Spyware and Spiders
Chapter five
Spyware and Spiders
Alaceandra
The woman who greeted us finds us again in the hallway.
“Oh! Great timing, your rooms are all finished.” She looks a little frazzled and oddly guilty.
She runs her fingers through her hair. “Do you remember where to go?” She directs the question at Fadres.
He nods. “Good, well then if you’ll excuse me.
” She walks past us and then turns down another hall, disappearing from view.
A moment later a man strolls down the hall, also looking a tad bit disoriented.
He gives a smirk before disappearing down the same hall as the woman.
“That was strange,” I mumble to myself looking after them.
“Definitely weird,” Credour echoes.
“Well...” Fadres trails off.
“Yep,” I finish the thought. Whatever she has going on, at least at the moment, is not our problem. Maybe Philos will have some insight on this kingdom’s rumors... I promise myself I will inquire about it after finding my own footing here in Helomasi.
We make our way back to our rooms.
“Lace,” Credour stops me before I enter.
“Yes?”
“Do remember we are right next door. Tikilium rule no longer holds sway here, which is helpful to us in the sense we no longer have to watch out for the king’s wrath and manipulations, but that does not mean the danger here is not present.
Fear unknown can be more sinister than that that is learned.
It can also be a door to a better future for us all.
Let us hope for the latter. Please be careful and do not underestimate your captors.
..or our willingness to knock down a wall. ” He gives me a wry smile.
“Noted,” I reply, returning a small smile.
They walk into their rooms, and I enter mine, now thoroughly exhausted.
The first thing that catches my attention is the bed.
Not only due to my state of exhaustion but also due to its magnitude.
It has to take up a third of the huge room and is set up on a marble pedestal step as if it is a holy offering.
The bed has four posts and is draped in pale pink silks.
Teal sheets hug the mattress and a thick fluffy comforter sits folded at the bottom of the bed.
To my left is a large dark wood wardrobe and a door I presume leads to a closet.
To my right sits another door, this one open, leading to a bathroom.
I take a step inside and gape at the large porcelain clawfoot tub.
My quarters in Tikilium were nothing to turn a nose up at but these accommodations were almost ridiculous.
Not necessarily in monetary grandeur but in size.
It looked as if this room was made for giants.
As I am taking all this in my body decides this is the perfect time to force a yawn to overtake it.
I welcome this, remembering my earlier exhaustion.
I can wonder at the political play being made here later.
The night was made for sleep, and I am not one to turn my back on that.
No, tonight I will enjoy the beauty of the bed and try not to drown in its linens.
I make my way over to it and plop my aching body onto the soft mattress before sprawling out.
Looking upward I notice the fairy lights adorning the ceiling and the vines winding themselves around the room's interior.
Those are probably riddled with spyware.
.. and spiders. I think absentmindedly before sleep overtakes me.