The Tyrant’s Last Doll

on my spot, stamping my feet firmly on the ground as I tried to think of my options, knowing that I wouldn’t last a second longer.
I pulled the door open just slightly and peeked outside.
No one’s here, right?

During the day, knights were always stationed at the front of the bedroom but for some reason, there were no guards here today.
They were probably called for something more important since I don’t go out of my room anyway, nor did I ever try to escape.
I looked at both ends of the hallway and not a single servant was present.
Everyone was engrossed with working in both the memorial and main halls where the prayer ritual will take place.

I’m about to make a huge mistake!

Seeing the empty hallway, I’m tempted to go out and run as far as I can.
I definitely remember Lina saying that the bathroom was at the end of the left hallway.
To be honest, I felt embarrassed that Lina had to go in and out of the bedroom every time I needed to go to the restroom, which prompted me to ask where it was.

I couldn’t hold it in any longer.
I would soil myself soon and I know I wouldn’t be able to live it down for years if that happened.
I gulped and draped a beige cape around me.

I’m sorry, Lina! I’ll be right back!

Then, I bolted out of the room.

Exactly half an hour later, I covered my face with my palms as I sighed in frustration.
I’m screwed.
I can’t seem to find the bathroom.

When I first came here, I realized how huge the palace was which made it almost impossible to find the bathroom.
It didn’t help that the whole building was white and the rooms themselves were identical with each other.
I don’t even know where I am right now.

Where the hell am I?!

The window at my side showed it’s already close to sunset.
I was trying to hold back tears, thinking about the disaster that would happen if I kept on going around in circles.

“Are you all right?”

I turned around hastily at the unfamiliar voice.
It was a knight with short brown hair.
I immediately rushed towards him like he was the light at the end of a long tunnel.
“Tell me where the bathroom is, please!”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
Do I look like I’m desperate?

He studied me for a brief moment before turning around and beckoning me to follow him.
I followed silently behind him in brisk steps with tears pooling my eyes.