I walk down the long hall to the library that the king said would be here. As I’m walking, I turn my head and see a room with deep red walls. There is a vanity with makeup and brushes. And there’s only two girls in this castle. Prelude, who has a deep blue room, and Margaret.
I walk into Margaret’s room, trying to figure out what to mess up first. I walk to her vanity and start throwing the makeup on the floor, grabbing the bright red lipstick and write,”Stay away from Harver” on the wall. Childish, I know. But also very fun.
I toss her pillows and blankets onto the floor, then rip a few sheets down the middle. Then, I go into the private bathroom, and mess everything up in there. I find a wrench under the sink and unscrew something on the shower, so that it will mess up when she tries to turn it on.
Then I hear slow clapping behind me. I turn around and Margaret’s leaning against the bathroom doorway. The look on her face shows she unamused.
“Bravo. Very nice show.” She says, coming closer. I straighten up.
“Glad you think so.” I taunt. She puts her arms down by her sides.
“So how’s Harver?” I almost wince because I know what she trying to do.
“What do you mean?” I say, like I don’t know what she’s talking about.
“I heard about the fight.” She says, faking a pout.
“It’s all over now, though. Just a misunderstanding.” I say, glaring at her. She frowns.
“A misunderstanding? I wouldn’t think so. Harver is always making mistakes. Never likes to get caught in the act.”
“That’s not true.” She curls her fingers. Then walks around me, like she’s analyzing me.
“Oh, but I’ve known him so much longer than you. I would be the one to know. He’s always been trying to get me. I feel bad that you’re just his little toy. He’s always been known to taunt the human before torturing them.” My teeth grind.
“You may have known him longer, but I know him better.” I clench my fists.
“Do you? Because if all he’s telling you is what you say he’s telling you, he lies an awful lot. Would you like me to take him off your hands? Or perhaps take you off his hands?” She hisses out the last part. I feel my anger boiling in the pit of my stomach, and I want to kill her. She licks her lips and then her fangs.
“I’m leaving now.” I say, walking towards the door.
“Of course. I understand. Cowards always run.” I stop, and shoot her a deadly look. She just smiles. “I’ll win, Rayne. I always do.” I stomp out of her room, but not before using the lipstick and writing on her wall once again,”Burn in hell.”
And then I head to the library.