Page 15 of Snows Sinful Seven

And I can’t have her.

Whenever I’m around her, all I can do is watch her. There’s this pull I feel towards her, something almost magical. Every little thing she does drives me wild. And she doesn’t even know it.

“Always looking for love in the wrong places,” I mutter to myself as I head up the stone steps towards the roof. I’m not sure if I should be in this part of the palace but no one said I wasn’t allowed to.

The stairs go up, up, up. They feel endless, but finally, I reach the top, where there’s a door.

When I go to open the door, I find it locked. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I mutter in annoyance. “There is no way I climbed all those stairs for nothing.” Seeing that the door handle is a simple key lock, I grin and pull my homemade lock-picking kit from my pocket.

Hey, you never know when you’re going to need it. I came prepared to snoop.

It takes a few tries but I end up getting it to open. “Yes.” I grin as the lock clicks, and I twist the knob. The door opens slowly, a long, loud creek ringing through the air as it does.

Stepping inside, my nose wrinkles at the stale smell that hits me hard. Slowly, I take in the room. I’m surprised by it because out of this whole place, this room is the only room that reminds me of an actual castle, like from the medieval times. The walls are a dark grey stone, the room large and empty, except for something that sits in the corner, covered by a sheet.

The only light in here comes from the window next to the object, bright light illuminating the space around it.

“Well, this isn’t creepy as fuck or anything,” I mutter to myself as I creep towards it. Grabbing onto the sheet, I prepare myself for something horrifying, especially since it’s locked up here in this empty room alone.

But when I pull it off, all I see is a big Victorian mirror propped up on a stand. “Huh.”

Why the hell is there a random mirror locked away in a dark, empty room at the top of the palace where no one goes?

You see, a normal person would turn around and walk away because clearly something isn’t right here.

But not me. I’m bored and too damn curious for my own good.

Reaching out, I run my fingers along the elegant black frame. “Why are you in here? What is your purpose?” I muse out loud.

My eyes snap to the glass as what looks like white smoke starts to swirl on the other side of the glass. Jumping back, my eyes go wide as my heart starts to pound. “What the fuck?” I whisper as an image appears on the glass as if it were a screen.

“What the fuck?” I repeat as I see the King. He’s in what looks like to be his study. But he’s not alone. A man I’ve never seen before stands next to him as the King sits in his desk chair, looking down at something on his desk.

“This can not be real!” he snaps angrily at the man.

“It is. I did as you asked and searched for anything your late wife might have left behind. I found this in a safe. It is real. It’s legally binding, too.”

“No.” He shoots up to his feet. “No. This cannot happen. Has anyone else seen this?”

“Not that I know of,” the man replies. “But I can’t be too sure until I do some more digging.”

“Find out. Now!” he growls as he starts to pace back and forth. “If there is anyone out there that knows about this, they must be taken care of.”

“And by taken care of, you mean...” the man asks.

“Dead. Dead men can’t talk.” The King grins cruelly.

“That’s a little much, don’t you think? To end someone’s life.”

“There is no way on Earth or in hell am I letting anyone find out that in less than six weeks when my daughter turns twenty-one, she will legally own this throne. I’m not letting anyone take what I’ve worked so hard for away from me. A few lives lost is worth it.”

“A few? Who else would need to die?” The man looks alarmed.

A sick feeling fills my stomach as he says the next words. “My daughter needs to be taken care of. I can’t risk the little brat taking my throne.”

“You’re going to kill the Princess? Your highness, you can’t.”

“I can if I so choose,” he snarls back.

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