(Characters)

Mir: a young female guard with soft blonde hair and gray eyes. She is 18 years old and very strong willed. She hates the king and wants to help the lower class citizens.

Octavian: a Latino servant with light brown skin and black hair. He is also 18 years old and very sweet and caring. He is a servant for the king and is always cheerful despite his current situation.

Mir stood awkwardly, leaning against the wall and watching all the couples dance. Her gray eyes sparkled slightly, she loved to dance, but was too nervous right now. Mir had just…well…killed the king. Sure, he was an ass, but not everyone thought that. Some actually respected him, bowed to him, served him….

But he stabbed her first, to be fair! It was _completely_ her fault, she had just come to request a fund to support the poor citizens. When the king said no, she got annoyed, a then he got angry, and next thing she knew they were having a full on sword fight. Then, he was dead. Blood running down the side of his face, laying limp on the ground.

It was horrible, really, and she felt awful. But she couldn’t let anyone know, if they found out, she’d be exiled from the kingdom forever.

“Take my hand.” A familiar voice suddenly called out to Mir, snapping her out of her trance. She looked up to see one of the head servants, Octavian, smiling at her, his silky black hair smoothed back and his dimples showing. She stared at him nervously, afraid he knew something. “No way…” she muttered, crossing her arms.

“I’m not asking you to marry me, I’m trying to save your life!” He whispered, grabbing Mir’s hand. Her eyes widened. “What?” She asked, glancing around nervously. Then, she noticed three guards scanning the area, oh god…

“They found out about the King’s death!” He exclaimed, leading her out of the ballroom. “They suspected it was you, since you left your handkerchief in his throne room by accident.”

Mir’s mind buzzed, and she felt like passing out. This was bad, really bad. She was gonna be thrown out of the kingdom, or exiled, or maybe even hung in front of everyone.

Octavian led her into a nearby alley, pulling his robe hood over his head. He handed a robe to Mir, and she quickly slipped it on. “We need to blend in. I know you did something truly wrong, but I can’t have my best friend getting killed.” He whispered. His voice was soft and genuine, which warmed Mir’s heart. To know someone truly cared for her was sweet.

“C’mon.” He said, opening up a secret door in the side of one of the alley walls (which somehow Mir didn’t know existed until now.) “This leads straight to the House of Seven, a place where we servants meet at night.” He explained and crawled in.

Mir took a deep breath, prayed there were no spiders in there, and crawled in after him.

(NEW SERIES??? IF YALL LIKE IT ILL MAKE A PART TWO!)