Alive (The Veiled World Book 1) (8 page)

Chapter 9

Amber

“Thanks,” I said to Axel as he was dragged away by one of the guards.

He didn’t acknowledge me, but simply stared ahead, his fists bunched up, his shoulders hunched forward as the man who gripped his arm yanked him forward so roughly that he stumbled more than twice. Their rough treatment of him was puzzling. For someone who was supposedly so loved by the king, he certainly wasn’t treated like it.

“You okay?” Jacob asked.

Before I got a chance to open my mouth, one of the guards interrupted.

“We must get moving. You two are to dress appropriately and be ready for the feast. The others have already rested, washed, and dressed, and are now seated.”

Okay, so we nearly just drowned. But still, I followed the guard, Jacob close to my side. I couldn’t wait to get out of this sopping wet and completely uncomfortable dress.

The guard called something out, a word my ears didn’t quite catch, and the wall slid open to allow us through and then slid shut, sealing us inside something that could only be described as the secret garden from the book
The Secret Garden
. I spun around several times, my eyes drinking in the coloured roses that grew like vines over the fountains, the walls, up tree trunks and the side of the glass castle, twining around the gold gilded balconies as though the vines had always been there. The
Change
both fascinated me
and
proved to me that what Axel had said about his place was very real.

After passing a group of curious observers, mostly middle aged women and a few old men, we were taken into the castle through a thin glass door. It was here they decided to separate us.

“No. I want to stay with him,” I said, shifting to stand beside Jacob when one of the men tried to seize hold of my arm.

The guard raised his brows and mumbled something to his friend, who laughed and raised brows at us both. Jacob’s cheeks reddened.

“There will be separate rooms for boys and girls. It’s not appropriate for you to undress in front of the boy.”

“Even if he is your lover,” added the other guard, before the two laughed.

Jacob’s cheeks turned so red he looked ready to explode, however he said nothing and stared at his feet. My own cheeks burned with contained rage. I put my hands on my hips.

“You know, we’re in a strange land here. I don’t know you. I don’t know anyone here. So why would I just leave the side of the one person I know to go off with a strange old man?”

The guard beside Jacob laughed. “I like this one,” he said, grinning at me. Even the guard I’d insulted grinned and nodded. He slapped the back of Jacob hard, so that he stumbled forward a little, and laughed again.

“Not to worry, young lady. Gerald here will bring your beau back to you as soon as you’re both properly attired. Trust me.”

Trust. It was something I was going to have to get used to.

“He’s not my beau, he’s my…” I hesitated and Jacob looked up, his dark eyes curious. “He’s my…my friend.” My face flushed with heat but Jacob nodded, and in that nod I received the first confirmation that I finally had a friend. My first confirmed friend since Sam died. If Noah continued to be friendly towards me, then perhaps I had two. I exhaled a long held breath and looked away.

“Let’s go,” I said to the guard, my voice embarrassingly hoarse. He led me to a grand set of golden stairs that wound their way up towards the seemingly never-ending ceiling. It took a couple of minutes to reach the second to last floor.

My room was stone-walled, thank God, apart from the outside facing wall which was made entirely out of glass—a floor-to-ceiling window really. I’d been worried that the entire building would be made of glass inside and out, but, thankfully, solid stone separated the rooms and made for some privacy. And because I was so high up, there was no chance anybody would see me get undressed through the window.

The room was tastefully decorated in what I could only describe as a weird mixture of styles and period pieces that somehow worked when together. Running my fingertips across the smooth white surface of the dressing table, I guessed marble or perhaps ivory. Hopefully marble. The rugs appeared ancient and exotic with vivid red patterns and golden fringes, but they were in such great condition it was hard to believe they were very old. A chandelier brought a warm glow to the room, casting glittering rays of light across the walls. And the bed, the bed was so soft, that when I sat down on it, I couldn’t resist stretching out onto my back.

I yawned. Though it was ridiculously comfortable and I hadn’t slept in who knew how many hours, if I stayed here, I’d be asleep in about two minutes. So I forced myself up and moved towards the window to catch the setting sun as it disappeared below the horizon. The floor-to-ceiling view made my breath catch and my heart stutter. Breathtaking and heart stopping all at once.

Not just the ocean, but the distant sloping hills and jagged mountains that stretched out until there was only darkness, and, perhaps, The Land of Resting Souls.

If it is real, and not some crazy dream, then I’m coming for you, Sam.

“I’ll return in fifteen minutes. That should be sufficient time to wash and dry.”

I jumped. Wait. He’d been standing there the whole time? Goosebumps prickled my skin but I rubbed them away and nodded.

My hair was almost dry already. But my clothes were damp with sweat. I wondered if it was this warm in the evenings here, how hot would it get during the day?

On a long, narrow wooden table the opposite side of the room, sat a basin of water in front of a large, gold framed mirror. At the other end of the wooden table stood a full crystal carafe of what smelled like sweet white wine, a bowl of bananas, and a bar of soap, along with various hair brushes, combs, ribbons, and hair lackeys. When I spied a pair of scissors, an idea formed. If I was going to take this “journey” seriously and come face to face with mortal danger, then I wanted to be as prepared and warrior-like as possible. There would be no ribbons or fussiness for me.

I caught my reflexion in the mirror and stared hard at my long, white gold hair, slightly curly from the seawater.

It had to go.

Before I could stop myself, I seized a handful of hair and began to hack at it with the heavy scissors. My hair fell down in golden spirals. The blades were sharp, which made the job easier. So easy that within minutes I stood with piles of white gold hair at my feet and a new hairdo.

I sucked in a deep breath and stared at the new me in the mirror.

My hair finished just below my ears, with shorter parts at the top and near my fringe. Not boy-short, but not a bob either. The natural wave in my hair made it curve around my temples and ears in a way that I didn’t mind. If I wasn’t so tall, I’d resemble a pixie or an elf.

I quickly washed myself with the scented soap and water, dried off with the provided towel, and scanned the room for a wardrobe. There wasn’t one, but a white dress had been hung on the back of the bedroom door. It appeared to be made out of lace, yet the material felt soft, not scratchy, when I pressed it against my body. It seemed a little small, but when I slipped it on over my head and yanked it down, it fit perfectly at my bust and my waist. However it was short. So short that it practically revealed my legs from heel to butt.

Frantically I searched the drawers for pants, but found nothing. Great. I thought longingly of my shorts and pants in my suitcase, but they were probably making a nice bed for the crocs at the bottom of the ocean.

I slipped on the sandals left for me beside my bed, grateful that they fit even if they were a tiny bit tight, and extra grateful that they weren’t heels. It gave me a warm, fuzzy feeling in my heart to know that the pink heels Bruce’s stylist had made me wear whilst boarding the plane were a thing of the past.

A loud knock came at my door.

“What a pretty picture you make.” The same guard had returned. He stood in the doorway grinning. “If that boy isn’t your beau yet, then he certainly will offer to be after he lays eyes on you in that dress.” He narrowed his gaze. “Did you change your hair?”

I shrugged my shoulders and let myself out of the room, shutting the door behind me.

“Next time, please knock and wait for me to say so before you barge in like that.”

Jacob met me, with the guard named Gerald in tow, at the top of the stairs. Jacob was dressed in a suit that appeared on the tight side. Nevertheless it was flattering. The dark blue showed off the glow of his naturally tanned skin and the slim fit of the material accentuated his muscles. His eyes flitted over me, perhaps staying a little too long on my legs and then on my hair, but he said nothing.

“Let’s go join the others,” I said to fill the awkward silence, but the awkwardness soared to even greater heights when Jacob remained silent. Gerald nudged my guard and he laughed. God, they were annoying.

When we reached the ground floor the guards led us into an enormous ballroom where a long table at the room’s centre sat laden with brilliantly coloured food along with several crystal carafes of red and white wine and water. Seated on each side of the table were all of the Red Gum students, along with Bruce, Prince Ollie, and the king.

As I moved closer to the table, unsure of where to sit, I caught Prince Ollie gazing into Bella’s eyes, his chin resting in his cupped hands.

“Go on, please do go on,” he said, and she giggled, as did Claire, who was seated beside her.

Everyone seemed to be engrossed in conversation, that is, until they caught sight of Jacob and me. At first I thought it was because of how great Jacob looked in his suit, but then my skin prickled with the uneasy sensation of having all eyes in the room on me.

Noah stood up, breaking the silence. “Wow, Amber! Your hair! You look like Grace Kelly in
To Catch a Thief
…but taller, much, much taller.”

Prince Ollie left his seat in a creepy kind of way that made it seem like his eyes were leading the rest of his body. He took my hand in his own and gazed up at me, his dark eyes glittering. “That hair is a masterpiece. Did you cut it yourself?”

I looked around, desperate for an empty seat at the opposite end of the table.

“She looks even more like a man now,” said Bella, snickering behind her hand. Claire joined her. I didn’t know why this hurt. I shouldn’t expect anything less.

“Come. You must sit with me, sweetheart.”

“You.” He nodded at Bella and made a flicking motion with his index finger. She frowned but stood up, and a waiting guard seated her at the far end of the table, the seat beside the one Jacob had just sat in. Noah was on his other side. If only that was my seat.

Sighing, I sat down, my cheeks still warm from Prince Ollie’s comments. At this rate, if he said anything else, I was going to turn into a tomato by the end of the night.

“Food!” he snapped to a small, old woman who stood waiting nearby, a starched apron that glowed with whiteness tied around her narrow waist.

My stomach grumbled at the mention of food.

“No, I’ll get it myself,” I said, and stood, reaching for a ladle of a creamy liquid that looked and smelt like soup.

Ollie slapped my wrist. “Sit down at once and wait to be served. That’s what servants are for.”

A shriek of laughter came from the other end of the table. It sounded like Bella, but I was too busy glaring at Ollie to bother with her. Did he seriously just slap my wrist?

From out the corner of my eye I saw Claire cover her mouth and snicker. “Sorry, but it was kind of funny.”

“I can’t let such a beautiful butterfly extend herself. That’s what servants are here for,” said Ollie, who was now standing and guiding me back into my seat with his damp, limp hands. At his touch a horrible shiver coursed through my body and Ollie removed his hands and sat back down, thank God.

The old lady shuffled over to the corner of the table. Years of respect for my elders, ingrained into me by my parents, made it almost torturous to watch this poor woman bend over the table awkwardly and ladle soup into my gold edged china bowl with a trembling hand.

“Thank you, this looks great,” I said, smiling up at her. She smiled back, revealing several missing teeth, before returning to her corner.

“Wine!” said Prince Ollie, rolling his eyes and glaring at the old woman.

“I’ll pour the wine myself,” I said, and got to the carafe before the old woman did and started pouring. When Ollie twisted in his seat I glared at him and said, “Slap me again and I’ll slap your face into next week.” Then I fell into my chair, took a sip of my wine, my face steaming hot from my outburst, and took several deep breaths to calm myself.

The king must have overheard me, because his robust laughter echoed across the ballroom. Even the guards who stood behind the king snickered behind their hands. As I spooned soup into my mouth, I snuck a glance at Prince Ollie and was surprised to find him sulking like a child, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. But when he caught me looking, heat flushed his cheeks and he glared across the table at the smirking guards who stood behind the king.