To Create is How I Live.

The King' s Secret

Composed and wise, the king sits on his throne with an iron fist clothed in a glove of silk. He never shows any signs of weakness. Not even to his own wife.

But I, one of the king's servants, have seen into the one room where not even the royal guards are allowed-his highness’s study. It was pure discord in the room where the king spends most of his time. The things in there are odd and, I believe, used to torture people.

What pleasure he gets from sitting in there I have no clue. But it's not unusual to see the more nosier servants pressed against the door as if it’s whispering the king’s greatest secrets to them.

If they are, I wonder what they are?

I’d bet they would say, “Your mighty king works hard making plans on how to protect the castle and towns from the barbarians who pillage the weak!”

It wasn't till a few weeks later that I found out what really happened in the king's study. My curiosity was just too overwhelming; the thirst for knowledge needed to be quenched. I hid behind the thick tapestry that hung on the wall. I knew it wouldn’t be long before the king arrived so I got comfortable in my tight hiding spot.

When the door creaked open I stopped breathing. Thoughts ran through my head at a mile a minute. It wasn’t till I heard the king sit on his chair that I took a slow breath.

He doesn’t know I’m here, I thought. Peaking from my hiding spot, I saw him inspecting one of the statue-like objects that I saw sitting around in here. He popped the top off one before pouring a clear liquid onto his head. I watched liquid travel down the king's forehead to his cheek and then chin. My body went rigid.

Trying to move was futile; I had no control over any part of my body. Not long after I couldn't move did the king rose from his seat and approached the tapestry.

“Just couldn’t resist the temptation, hmm? I guess you’ll just have to join my little collection of people who don’t listen,” he chuckled. He swept the tapestry to the side, revealing the real king, someone unspeakable. Now, I’m stuck just a piece of the wall watching this man.

“Can you believe that story, Marie? That's what the door was whispering to me while I was trying to hear what the king was doing in his study.” Stella, the queen’s handmaid, whispered to the newest servant for the king.