The Lost Luna

Chapter-8

Penelope was sitting on the bed and waiting for the maid. Five minutes had passed since King Erin of Bridgetta left her room, or to be exact, her bathroom. As she was thinking about him she was able to tell that she was blushing because her cheeks were burning.

The maid knocked on the door and entered without her permission. She thought that they could not enter without the owner of the room giving them permission to enter, but she still did. That was strange. She looked at her. Her hair was messy than it was before. It tells her that she had been running around the Palace in order to find the dress for her. "I see you have been running around to get it. Just want to let you know that I appreciate you doing it for me. I am Miss Wills, Penelope Wills." Penelope said. "Here's the dress. I am Jenessa."

The maids were considered as lower than the ones who could make a great sum of money and the higher classes as well. In the Palace they were called by their names and were not called by their last names. Penelope was aware of that. So, she did not ask for her last name. Jenessa placed the dress on the bed and asked her if she needed her help to get inside that dress. Immediately thinking about her plan, she said in haste "I can get in myself. That bath and the ointment really helped me with the pain. Thank you Jenessa." "No! you should not have been thankful to me when I was the one who caused you that pain." She did not know what to say to that, so she simply nodded. Jenessa was standing in the room awkwardly and after a minute she spoke "I am going to leave you alone and if you need me anytime, just let the guards know they will get a nearby maid to escort me to you." She bowed and quickly went out of the room, closing the door behind.

Penelope sighed in relief. Then she looked at the dress on the bed. It was a long blue dress which had a long ribbon placed on it. The ribbon she thought was maybe for the back. The dress was beautiful. Alas, I am not going to wear it. She looked at her and saw that she was still wearing a towel and she did not have a dress to wear but the one on the bed. She stood and thought about what to do now that she had no dress to wear but the one on the bed. She searched the room for a dress. Hoping to find one but she was not able to. Everything was empty as hell.

She opened the dressing table's drawer and found a scissor. She thought to herself that it was great that she was able to find a scissor. But it was awful for her to not be able to find a dress. Should I make a new plan? No! There is nothing to be done now. But I really need my family to know where I am. If I am not going to be able to find a way out of here, at least I want them to know about where I am. No! I can not fail them. If I am not going to try my plan, how am I going to find out what the end results are going to be? I have to at least give it a try. For my parents.

She searched the room again and still found nothing. She then realized that she could cut her own dress and escape in this luxurious dress. She took the dress which Jenessa bought and the dress she was wearing and the scissors with her to the bathroom. Her dress was on the floor exactly where the tea spilled on her. She entered the bathroom and started cutting her own dress with the help of the scissor. After quite a long time, she realized that she had not locked the door of her room and the last time Jenessa came in without her permission. She had to lock it quickly if she did not want that to happen again. She quickly ran to the door and locked it. She completed making the rope out of her dress and took the rope to her room's window. She let the rope slide down. She saw the rope touch the ground a bit. It was of the exact size, not an inch more.

She took the rope with her and tied it to the bed's foot as she had done the night before. The rope did not touch the ground this time. It was of the same size when she measured it before, but now it is not, because now it was at the foot of the bed and the window was taller than it should be. At least to meet her needs. She looked at her dress which she was wearing and smiled and cut the bottom part of it, making it a mid-thigh dress. She then quickly turned it into a rope and measured it. This time she measured it by tying it to the bed. It was now perfect as it should be.

She slid down and ran to find the exit. She saw not a single guard in sight. Everything was going nicely until the hands halted her by holding her by the waist and scooting her up and swinging her in the air. Her back was to his chest. She was not able to look at the man. When he swung her 180 degrees, she saw the same guard she had seen earlier today. She started panicking.