The little boy sat alone in the fountain, facing his back against the Baroque's castle. At last, he got to meet Guinevere. He has overheard about her being a inescapable little troublemaker around the residence. He expected her personality to be rather energetic, though it seemed he had met her in her worst.
He shoots a look over the only lit and open window in the east wing of the castle, seeing a small silhouette. He couldn't see it clearly, but he knew she was looking straight at him.
He had a plan, but it was going to be risky. He only got here yesterday after being offered a job to work as a servant with the help of the monastery. This was temporary, but he need not to have himself fired or the monastery won't surely take him back.
The boy was an orphan adopted in the Moniyan Empire's Monastery of Light for he had no place to go. His remaining families were either unknown or reported missing although the War has been over for years
The scars on his arms were drawn by whipping. He got them as punishment every time he would disappoint the nuns in the monastery. It was abuse, but he was but an orphan. The best he could do was to follow their rules and remain docile to his masters until he's old enough to leave the place.
But for now, he had two choices: one, he could go back to the kitchen and give whatever help was needed; or two, he can go to Guinevere and set him free. The chances were low, but he was bored, and was craving for some adrenaline rush.
"Let's make this quick." The little boy said before taking off to the fields of bushes, heading back inside with stealth.
Back in Guinevere's chambers, the redhead had fallen asleep in the window seat. The two guards outside the hall remained untouched in their statue-like positions on each side of the door. Guests were still in house and the party was lively and calming, their muffled laughter would echo throughout the whole castle despite that the walls were mostly built with the strongest stones in the Land.
Fortunately for the little servant boy, he was able to sneak his way to Guinevere's room. The last thing to do now was to lose the guards, and it was probably going to get him into trouble after.
"Help! Help!" The boy pleaded as he feel on his knees in front of them. They froze and made a defensive stance, soon becoming at ease seeing he's not a threat. "A guest has been kidnapped and he's heading for the gardens. Hurry, you better get him now!"
"Aren't there any guards taking the night shift in the gardens?" One of them asked, suspiciously.
"The kidnapper is a demon!"
"Oh. Well, then. Come on!"
The boy chuckled in victory as they fled off. But just as he twisted the knob, he realized it was lock. "Guinevere?" He began knocking. "Are you in there?"
Guinevere remained peacefully asleep inside.
The boy decided to do his second plan. The other room which was a guest room was unlocked. He pushed open the French windows and climbed off the wall, clinging from brick to brick to get to Guinevere's room's window nearest to him. His arm slips off a slab, making him hang to his death. "Guinevere! Are you there?" He began banging on her glass windows. "Hello?"
Finally awaken, Guinevere yawns as she stretched her arms upward.
"Gwen!"
Hearing her nickname, as jolted towards her window and jumped at the sight of Gusion hanging outside. She burst the windows open, pushing him off. But before he could fall to his demise, Guinevere mustered her might to pull him back up. "I got you, I got you!" The redhead grunted.
The two of them fell off the floor, breathing heavily. Guinevere was the first to return to her footing. "Gusion, what're you doing hanging in my window?"
The boy felt uncomfortable being called a name that wasn't his. But she shouldn't know his real name or his true self. She might hate him for being just a servant.
"The door was locked so I needed to find another way to get in."
"So you climbed to my window? You could've died falling, you know. That was a fool's move."
"Thank God you saved me, right?"
"Yeah." She beamed him a smile. Guinevere crossed her arms, feeling the butterflies in her stomach fluttering. This boy was cute, she had to admit. Although not as charming as her brother. "My Mum told me I'll be going to the same magic school you're going. Isn't it exciting?"
"What school?"
"The Magic Academy."
The Magic Academy. It's one of the best magic schools in the Land of Dawn. He wishes he could graduate there someday, only if he had a free will.
"If you came here to play, there's really nothing to do here except for playing dress-up and playing the new dollhouse I haven't played yet."
"How about we go make some trouble?"
Guinevere was unaware of the excited expression she was wearing as she thought about her mother having to have done it with her. She can have some toruble. She is leaving this hellhole the week after.
"Let's go then."
Guinevere slowly opened the door, eyes roaming on about for the guards. The coast was clear, so the impish two set off running, laughing.
"What're we gonna do now?" The redhead asked with a mouth full of panting when they arrived at the bottom of the stairs.
"We should give the horses in the stable their freedom!" The boy sarcastically said.
The stable was separated from the main building. It was located at the other side of the gardens, where there were guards. But it seemed it was no hassle for the two since they got there no less than a minute running. Now lurking behind tall piles of hay, Guinevere and her friend smiled as the only guard inside the barn turned out to be sleeping. The boy grabbed the key hanging on the armored man's belt and casually walked from door to door unlocking them.
Guinevere pushed herself away from the aisle as the horses calmly make their way out of the barn without any master. She watched them go and it put a dumb smile on her face. She can't believe she let the horses go. Her mother is going to be so furious when she finds out, which is just thrilling.
"What next?" She asked.
"Want to play Tag?"
"Okay, then..." Slowly inching closer towards the boy, she playfully pushed him off and began making a run for. "Tag, you're it!"
"Hey, I wasn't ready." He complained, but chased her anyways. "You're dead, Gwen!"
"No, you are!" She giggled, dashing across the garden. She was lucky she wasn't wearing any twenty pounds of gown anymore or else she wouldn't be able to run faster.
"Gwen, wait!" Nearing the castle, she stopped when she heard him shout. The redhead spun around only to be tagged. "You're It now."
She made a mischievous smirk. "You better run fast then!"