Fake Princess
CHAPTER 126
I tried to get rid of all those thoughts, but they sucked me up like a swamp. I must be strong, I said in my heart. I have to think of a way out.
But in Melani's cell, no matter how hard I try, I can't see a single way out.
I was asleep when they came. Heavy footsteps on the stone floor of the corridor and the sound of chain rattling woke me up.
I got up from the cot with my lips and esophagus feeling dry. Maybe my guess is that Melani will let me live until she finds Bella sala.
The footsteps came to a halt, and I heard a loud voice, “ Baroness said she didn't need to be moved.”
“ Baroness also says she should be left alive. If the fire gets here..”.
“ They can definitely put it out before that,” refutes the first vote.
“ I don't want to risk it. You may be willing to meet her while carrying the girl charred like charcoal, but I don't want to. She's just a girl, what can she do?
A fire? Puri Sare fire? I sniffed the air but didn't smell anything. However, Puri Sare is very spacious, and the smoke may not have arrived.
I nodded back at the man and did not move as he scowled my upper arm and pulled me. The other man glared at me as we walked into the corridor, then frowned at my other hand. Together they pulled me through a narrow corridor to a staircase. Through an open door, I saw wine bottles stacked up to the ceiling, and I shook my head. All this time I was in a room in Melani's converted underground wine cellar.
Climb the stairs and cross some other corridors. The two men did not speak; their clutches that left my arms bruised had already said many things. I had to take two steps to match each of these two men's steps, so I didn't have a chance to realize the surroundings. Finally, they opened a pair of doors overlooking a courtyard, and chaos.
It seems there was a fire. The fire was burning on the roof of the building opposite the courtyard, shining into the night until I could see everything inside. The line of people carrying buckets of water had already formed, but it seemed that their plan was almost too late. A few skilled servants tried to organize a group of kitchen worker girls and a boy stables, leading them to a gate that led to the garden and the forest behind the house. The men of the stables, where the fire was burning the wildest, pulled the frightened animals towards the gate. The entire house seemed to be in the courtyard or leaving it.
“ We have to take him where?” ask Elon.
“ Exit gate,” other man says. “ We will tie it to a tree, keep an eye on it.” After saying that, they pulled me into the middle of the chaos.
The courtyard was a spacious square, all three sides were flanked by houses and stables, while the fourth side by the open gate and to which I was dragged. The flames roared furiously in the night sky, moving faster than the people trying to stop them, and the heat from the flames felt like a desert breeze.
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