I slipped away from the kitchens and made my way upstairs. A door opened and I froze, hiding behind a statue. The Queen exited and shook her head upon closing the door. I rolled my eyes and watched her go away. Then I slipped through the shadows and in through the door the Queen had just exited. I closed it and turned to the red, red room.
"Savana. Thank goodness. My mother just spent an hour trying not to cry all over me."
The sickly princess sat up in her bed and smiled as well as she could through all the rouge her mother had painted on her cheeks.
"But you survived." I said, slipping across and sitting on the end of her bed.
"Barely. So what have you been doing?"
"Same old, same old. Cleaning, serving, doing whatever anyone tells me."
"You know I could ask for you to be my lady in waiting or something."
"We've been through this! They already hate me because you like me. I'm not being attacked by flying fruit just because you get me a better job."
"You can handle yourself." She said knowingly. I grinned a wicked grin.
"Yes. But I don't want to be hanged for killing one of the King's staff." Irene didn't shy away. She was too used to my manner of viewing the world. My bloodthirsty nature had become natural to her, not that she knew enough of the world outside this room to know how wrong it was. Besides, her life hadn't been all that innocent either.
"So, what shall we do today?" I asked, wandering over to the closed curtains and pulling them back. The red room lit itself in to dancing flames, something which excited me, and terrified Irene. She thought red symbolised her death. I on the other hand loved red. Red was the colour of blood, passion and emotion. Anger. Love. Emotions which I had felt and lived by, because my emotions were the only impulsive things about me. Everything else was set in stone as a ruthless but loyal friend.
"I don't know." Came Irene's voice from the bed.
"How about we get you out of here?"
"I can't go anywhere. You know that."
"What if I carried you?"
"You wouldn't be able to. Not for long anyway. Besides, the guard would see."
"I could always," I mimed slitting a throat and grinned "but you know I'm joking. I swear to you though, one day, I'm going to get you out of here."
"You say that..."
"It will happen." I said with conviction, running across and gripping her hand in mine. "You will see the world in all it's glory, even if I have to carry you every step."