#Chapter 333: Prisoner

Nicholas, Julian, and I walked to the base of the stairs. There, we stood calmly, while peering around, waiting for all the servants in sight to go elsewhere to attend to their duties. Then, with Julian being the boldest and first of us, we sneaked through the servants’ door and into the servants’ quarters. Unlike the main building, the servant’s quarters were not as brightly decorated. Though the walls were painted and clean, they had no paintings or decorations of any kind. The quarters were simply a long, barren hallway of doors on either side, with a potted plant at the very end. My nerves itched. If someone were to come into this hallway, they would see us at once. He had to be quick and careful. “Which door is hers?” I asked. None of the doors were marked. Julian sighed. “Guess we have to do this the hard way.” Slowly, we tried each door one at a time, bracing ourselves each time for what might be inside. What we found, one after the next, were clean, sparse rooms, with made