I stood at the door of the kitchen, fidgeting nervously and watching trhe bustle of activity. I didn't go into the castle kitchen often. In fact, I rarely entered the castle at all. What made it worse was the fact that I had just been forcibly removed, and I was sure that they would not be so lenient this time.

The smells were making me hungry, and I resisted the temptation to eat the bread I had saved. I turned to King William.

"Which one is she?"

"There." My eyes followed the direction of his outstretched arm. She was chopping vegetables, and her long hair curled in the steamy air. I nodded and walked toward her. A couple of people stared at me, obviously wondering why I was there and making no effort to conceal it. Trying to ignore them, I arrived at the counter where Sarah was working. She chopped rhythmically, and her blade made short work of the carrots she was cutting.

"Um, excuse me."

She didn't answer.

I cleared my throat and spoke a little louder. "Excuse me."

"Yes? To my surprise, she didn't look up, and continued what she was doing.

"Well, um, I want to s-speak to you about..."


"Um, the late king."

She looked up at me suddenly, her eyes sharp and piercing. "What do you mean?"

"Well," I fiddled with my shirt, unsure. "Y-you might think that I am crazy, but..."


"Well, I have seen him."

"Seen...him?" She sounded confused. I didn't blame her.

"Yes, as a ghost." At this she turned back to the carrots and began chopping them with an intense fervour.

"I am telling the truth!" I said, the words suddenly coming out in a rush. "He came to me and told me to talk to you because the nobles would not listen and I have to..."

The knife slammed down with alarming force.

"Do you think this is funny?" The coldness and hurt in her voice sent shivers down my spine.

"No, I..."

"Leave. Now."



I turned and raced to the exit, all the eyes in the kitchen following me as I went. The king was waiting at the door. I refused to met his eyes as I left the room.

The End

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