Zahra called out with suddenness and anger. Cold water soaked her brown hair, water droplets dripping on the floor, creating small puddles. Her eyes blazed with annoyance as her gaze followed her brother, the king’s youngest son running towards the stairs holding a small bucket, probably escaping before her sister can even give him a taste of her wrath.
"Dariel, you come back here!" she called once more, her anger blending in with her tone. She roughly wiped her hand once over her face and flicked off the water from her hands. "Oh, you are in great trouble, dear brother," she said to herself, mischief gleaming in her eyes.
"I have to do something first".
Zahra ran down the wide stairs and went to the kitchen instead of chasing after her brother. She dashed into the kitchen, trying to swerve past the servants who carried trays and towels. She went into a storage and went looking for something. She had to make a plan before her atttack. And boy, she had one.
Miss Adeney, a woman in her fifties with brown hair turning into white and worry etched onto her aging face, walked in circles with her head turning every so often, looking for signs of her miss. With a final turn of her head-at last, she had found her miss!
Zahra was in the storage room, looking for who-knows-what. She must be up to something again, thought Miss Adeney.
For years, Miss Adeney had served and kept an eye on Lady Zahra; and though Zahra was(and still is) a girl filled with plenty of mischief and was a bit difficult to take care of, she had never caused much problem to her guardian. Miss Adeney was very much delighted and honored to guide and serve her!
But when it comes to these times, Miss Adeney cannot help but feel a bit agitated.
"Lady Zahra!" Miss Adeney called.
Zahra had pause and peeked behind the door and answered sheepishly “Yes, Miss Adeney?”
"What have you been looking for? I have been certainly looking for you, milady. Prince Michael would like to speak to both you and Dariel."
"I was hoping I might find buckets or large bowls. I have to do something."
"Perhaps I can ask the other servants for buckets. But for now, Prince Michael needs to speak with you."
Miss Adeney looked at Zahra who continued her search. But the Prince had something to tell them. “Lady Zahra?”
"Yes, yes. I’m coming," she answered.
Miss Adeney waited for a few moments and decided to ask for the buckets right away, but before she can take a step, Zahra went out the storage and grinned, “Mind if I borrow these ropes, Aunt Adeney?”
I apologize for grammatical errors, typos and odd/wrong choice/usage of words. Though I must say that I am glad that I have written something after 2 years of not writing stories.
This, by the way, is what I’ve done so far for the next chapter of the story I’ve written about 2 years ago. And I’m trying my best to keep on writing more for the story I’ve been trying to update. Hope it’s okay.