The Wheelchair

Chapter thirteen.

Diana's pov

After finally escaping the prince, there was the impending fear at the back of my mind that I was going to be dragged back to the cells again.

When I finally arrived at the servant's quarters, there wasn't anyone there which meant that they were all still working, maybe I could go ahead and complete mine before Miss Beatrice found out about it.

I grabbed my necessary tools from the kitchen and then proceeded to the east wing. I knew the prince was somewhere in the west wing so I was safe from bumping into him while I worked.

My mind drifted back to the room in the west wing, these questions plagued me and I wanted answers but I didn't know where to get them from, who would know about that anyway, I wondered.

I tried to piece together the scattered images in my mind and tried to make sense of it, whether or not it was important or it was real. I mean the king seems to have probably believed what he had seen, so maybe mine were real.

Were they like Astro pr