Amir had heard the screams and the strange commotion on the ground floor. He had listened intensely to the goings on, which seemed to echo around the palace. Amir was not sure whether to investigate the situation or continue to keep hidden away.
Pinnah was unsure of the goings on, too. The horror of the man’s voice had echoed around the quiet room like a siren — hard and panic-stricken, as though he knew he was dying. So why not scream it out? Pinnah had thought. He had a feeling Matthew was behind it... it was hard not to think of anyone else.
Amir went towards the door. He listened hard; he could hear nothing and was curious as to what was happening. Pinnah pulled Amir’s hand away from the door handle. Amir frowned like a spoilt child when looking at Pinnah’s stern face for not allowing him to do what he wanted.
“Too dangerous,” Pinnah commented harshly as Amir continued to pull a face.
“Well, it’s ridiculous being stuck in here too. I have to go, deal with my quest,” Amir mentioned half-heartily, as Pinnah continued to stare at the prince with annoyance.
“Not on my watch, I’m not allowing it. Something indeed has occurred, but it is best we do not involve ourselves in this. It could be a trap to get you out of hiding and then what will happen?”
Amir shrugged and blew out with unfairness.
“At this rate, Zantha will still be ruling while I decompose in here,” Amir complained.
“You will not. She will soon be disposed of, but please, we must wait for the right moment to take her. I have a feeling that we will see her soon. Do you know where we will find your sister?” Pinnah asked.
“I know she liked the great hall, it was the only place she would go to when she had finished her hunts as a child, and show her ware to those around. However, she may have changed her mind and wish to use the kitchens, corridors, or drawing rooms. I have no idea,” Amir admitted as he thought hard.
“This great hall? Where is it?” Pinnah asked as calmly as he could.
“In the east wing, can’t miss it, it is the only room that reeks of grandness and inhumanity. I loathed it, to be honest, too many bad memories for me,” Amir sighed.
Pinnah looked at him, hoping he would continue. However, Amir did not, he merely continued to stare at the door as though it was chained up and was never going to allow him to leave.
“Will you be returning to Grimsley Castle when all this is over?” Pinnah asked as a look of curiosity settled on his scared face.
Amir hummed. He had not thought about it. He had no time to think of the future of his life, and shrugged bluntly. Pinnah almost growled with annoyance at not being given a straight answer to his simplified questions.
He was not a man who would take short, sharp answers, and be expected to accept them; he needed a full explanation to his questions, to assess in his own mind the right theory. He began to ask more, at least try to get an answer from the prince who seemed too far away to actually notice that the general was...