Fake Princess
CHAPTER 3
The search began. The King of Ardan, I explained to Devan, ruled during the turbulent times in Thorvafor's history, an era when various evil plans to overthrow his rule, therefore, ruled during the turbulent times in Thorvafor's history, he ordered his best magician to create a secret magic door on the outer wall of the palace so that he could escape when attacked. However, according to the mysterious writings of the witch, the situation was peaceful when the door was completed and never used. Even so, King Ardan remained a suspicious man, and he only told a few people about the imi door. After his death, the location of the secret door was forgotten.
Well, that map, which for centuries had also been forgotten in the pile of unwanted readings, gave me a headache. I closed my eyes to get rid of the sun.
“ It's a really great secret,” my germs.
“ No wonder the King of Ardan does not mind one of his witches making a map, that too if you know it. No one can read it, so what's wrong?”
“ Maybe it's a code. Or a magic language,”
Devan gives an input while plucking a green young leaf and turning it between the fingers. Cuckooingly she leaned against the giant pogon-sized trunk that shaded us, her dark blonde hair draped onto her face, the perfect image of a relaxed noble.
“ May,” I admit.
Devan puffed his cheeks while exhaling, “ Are you sure we're in the right place? Because on the other side of this wall there is only a city road. What good is it to create a magic escape route if you stay inside the city after passing through it?”
” Well, the city was smaller when Ardan was crowned king. There used to be an open forest on the other side of this wall. But there was a massive widening effort during his leadership”
While glancing over my shoulder I saw Ronald head of the royal household, crossing the garden to approach us. Ronald was an old man, his gray hair was trimmed until it swept his shoulders in an old fashioned style. She's been the head of the royal household since my grandmother, then my father. The man was always nice to me, and one of my first memories with him was when he smuggled candy while winking one eye at me in a very boring ceremony.
“ Good morning, your honor,” Ronald said officially upon arriving in front of us.
I smiled at him. A small smile, my lips kept tight, not because I didn't like Ronald, but because few people other than Devan could make me smile so much that I showed my teeth. “ Good morning, uncle Ronald.” While talking, I casually slipped the map until it was hidden behind my body so that Ronald would not see the contents. After all, this is our secret, my secret with Devan.
“ Your parents are waiting for your presence in Thorvaldor Hall,”.
“ They ask you to come asap.”
My forehead wrinkled, my gaze turned to the lap. The sun felt warm on my shoulders, I remembered it later on, and the stone stool felt hard under my body.
A mottled insect crawled on the grass, stopping in confusion as it found its way blocked by my left foot.
It was strange, my mind, my parents wanted to see me in Thorvaldor Hall before noon, and it was strange that they sent Ronald to look for me. Usually my parents are so busy that sometimes I don't see them for days.