10 Part (II): Running Away In A Man's Attire!

Bad ideas. What are bad ideas? Good ideas gone a bit wrong? Does jumping off your balcony with your draperies tied into a rope count as a bad idea? I really hope that the answer in not yes.

I tie one end of the rope around my four poster bed's frame and quickly wrap the other end around my waist. I stare at the bed which had been pushed against my balcony by me.

That bed needs to lose some weight.

Grabbing the small bag which has been filled with my mothers jewels and just one bar of chocolate, I stare at my room for the last time before holding the bag close to my chest and slowly climbing on the railing.

I can die or I can get married to that scumbag.

With dread in my mind and hope in my eyes, I plunge to my death.

Okay, kidding.

I somehow end up tangled in the sheets that I had been using as ropes about 3 ft. away from the ground. Now I just I had to-

A flashlight makes me freeze and then the chaos begins. Guards begin to call out each other and rush towards me to obviously capture me and marry off.

Ha! They will never catch me alive!

How the crab apples do I cut this bloody thing off?! I turn my head to see the flashlights getting closer. Muttering some words that can cause my aunt to faint before trying to spill holy water on me, I grab the 'Killer heels' that I was wearing.

Why was I wearing those torture inflicting objects you might ask? Because that bloody buffoon stole my pair of polished masculine shoes.

Jamming the pointy end of the heels in the cloth, I begin to drag it down, opening the hole that had formed as quickly as I could.

With a tumble, I landed and embraced the Mother Earth which was covered with what suspiciously looked like manure.

The flashlights got nearer making me panic and run, hopefully these men were far away to notice that I wasn't wearing a gown.

When I realised that my body had never been designed to run, I hid behind a large oak tree and joined the horde of guards as they rushed after a non-existent me. Luckily they were all carrying some kind of bag (For weapons maybe?) so mine didn't stand out.

"THERE!" I yelled loudly and pointed to a random direction, hoping that no one had recognised me. Thankfully, people believed me and began rushing in that direction.

Then a realisation slapped me in the face making me shout "I MEAN THERE" I then proceeded to point in the opposite direction.

The guards stopped and threw me curious and annoyed glances and one of them looked as if he was about question my existence.

A bead of sweat ran down my forehead and I looked around for a distraction. My eyes snapped to my aunt who looked as if she was taking a nice quite stroll. Honestly, I only figured out that it was aunt by the number of diamonds that glittered on her dress.

Payback time Aunty

"LOOK AT HER! SHE IS RUNNING AWAY" The guards snapped their necks towards the disappearing figure, forgetting about me for a moment before yelling between themselves and rushing towards her.

I saw my aunt glance back before she began to run obviously thinking that they were trying to capture her.

For a second, I felt bad. Oh well, she will burn away that layer of fat that she is always complaining about.

I began to slowly walk back before colliding with a hard chest. Whirling around, I found myself looking at a man who was wearing a royal crest.

Oh, horse crap!

His eyes widened as he stared at me, a flash of recognising passing through his eyes.

"Y-You are-" With a dull thud the man went down and I shoved the killer heel back in my trouser pockets.

They were not called killer heels for no reason

I looked back and realised that the guards seemed to be slowly bowing and apologising. I heard my Aunt's high pitch voice yell 'DISRESPECTFUL'

I begin to retreat and ran towards the hedge located near the gate. I quickly begin to push myself through the hedge, wincing when my hair got tangled with the branches.

Yanking at my hair and grabbing the hat that had fallen off, I rushed out of the orchids of the palace.

I looked at the barbed wire that was over the wall of the walls that covered the palace before rushing to the hole that I had created after a lot of secrecy and lies.

I struggled out of the small hole, ripping the tail coat when it got caught in god knows what.

I pushed the yellow painted wood that I used to cover the hole and begin to push myself out of the hole. And then the unexpected occurred and I got stuck.

And no, it was not due to my protruding stomach.

My bag was large enough to get us both stuck in the hole. With an angry grunt, I dropped my head in my arms. Just frickin' great!

Footsteps made me snap my neck up and see a man (Not to sound sexist but more than 6ft. of height is not much common in women).His eyes were a piercing grey and a hat covered his head, his coat had been pulled up and covered the lower part of his face. And he seemed to be staring...at me?

"Help me" I pleaded pushing my hat down hoping that my hair was not tumbling out.

"Why should I?" He asked me in a raspy, hoarse voice sounding as if he was in dire need of water.

"I have food and water...?" I said trailing off uncertainly as I noticed haggard bags under his eyes.

The man shrugged and held out his hand to me. I happily grabbed it before pulling myself out of the wrenching hole and pulling my bag out and holding it my left hand.

"Thank-" Before I could finish my sentence, the man had grabbed the bag and rushed off making me drop my mouth in outrage.

How dare he?!

Scowling I pulled out my women's bag from under the hole. I had stored it in the big bag before but had taken it out when I felt the bag was about to rip off.

I hope he has fun when he takes out those frills.

Huffing, I begin to walk in the direction of the ports waiting to get the heck out this country.