The Rejected Luna Queen

Aurora's POV

The next morning, as I woke up from one of the longest periods of sleep I'd ever had, I felt so ecstatic inside. Unlike the previous nights, I didn't have a moody countenance. Somehow, the talk I had with the chef had helped me take a few things off my chest and I was grateful for that.

Yet, as I sat up on my bed, thinking of what to do next, I couldn't help but have a foreboding feeling that something was wrong somehow. What I wasn't sure of was if it was still about to happen or if it had happened already.

Ever since I was a kid, it was something that I had. They said it was a gift but I always thought it to be a curse to have the burden of knowing when there's something bad going on. I didn't want to be held bound by other people's affairs but the goddess had other plans. As I got older, I began to embrace it better.

"Aurora, something is wrong," Rose admitted. "I think we need to go find out what it is. Perhaps, we could be able to stop it in its tracks."

She was right. I had to step out of the room. I had to try to do something about the situation if there was any chance that I could. "Let's get prepared," I said to her.

I went to the bathroom and had my bath within minutes before coming out to dress up. "Hey, that black one," Rose suggested. "I think you should wear it today. It's a perfect fit."

I picked out the long, black dress from the wardrobe where it hung on a hanger and I put it on. I walked to the mirror to see how it looked and to also adjust it properly so it'll look good.

"You like what you see?" I asked Rose, who simply chuckled but didn't say a word. I hated it when she was like that. I guessed she wasn't entirely cool with me shushing her the day before. It wasn't my intention. I just thought it wasn't the right time to talk. I hoped she'd understand sooner or later.

"Let's go find out what's wrong," I managed to utter again to see if she'd say anything but she didn't. So I just left the room and headed toward the servant's kitchen so I could fix something up and eat. I also needed to talk to my newly found best friend; Mrs Elizabeth, the chief chef.

As I slowly walked, I noticed that there was no servant in sight. It was something that never happened. There were always servants chatting and laughing whenever she was on her way to the servant's kitchen. She always did feel like she was one of the reasons why some of them always stood there.

No one was there to insult me. No abusive words were being thrown at me freely. None at all. The corridor was just so empty, leaving me with no option but to feel like my hunch was actually right.

"Perhaps, they're not awake yet,". Rose said, probably noticing that my heart had begun to beat faster.

It was very little consolation. The maids knew they had to be up as early as possible. Not being awake by that time was a problem on its own. They had to be dead for that to happen. Or they'll be dead afterwards by the time they'd be properly dealt with.

"There they are, Aurora."noveldrama

On getting to the kitchen, I saw so many legs and heads, as all the servants gathered together in one area. The whole kitchen was filled with people and there was barely any space to move around.

"She was so good to me," one of the servants said to another as I watched on in amazement.

I saw tears roll down from the eyes of some of the servants. Some looked so moody and were teary-eyed. Others wailed bitterly and I was so touched. I wanted to know who it was that made people cry this way. It was a shame that we were late. There was nothing we could do now.

I walked around the kitchen, doing my utmost to spot Mrs Elizabeth but she was nowhere to be found.

"Could she have given herself a day off?" I asked myself as I kept looking.

Then I thought it wise to ask someone else instead, just to make sure that I was right. "Hey," I said to one of the maids, who rolled her eyes at the sight of me but I couldn't care less. I needed that information so I was willing to take anything to have it. "Have you by any means seen Mrs Elizabeth?" I asked.

"You don't know?" Her reply took me aback. I just spoke with her yesterday and she didn't mention anything to me. Why was this servant throwing such a question at me?

"What happened? Where is she? Would she be coming here later? Or she's not on duty today?"

I asked so many questions at once and just needed an answer from the maid which wasn't forthcoming at first.

Then she sighed and looked at me. "The chief chef was found dead this morning," she finally said as tears began to drop to the floor from my eyes. "That's why everyone here has been mourning. Now, if you could let me be..."

I was so pissed and shocked at the same time. As I sniffed a few times, my heart

got consumed with immense grief and sorrow.

I ran out of the kitchen as it was no longer comfortable for me. The sight of everyone there mourning my best friend was so hard for me to bear and I couldn't take it anymore. I had to leave that environment very fast so I wouldn't break down.

Right back in the corridor, I paced to and fro without purpose. I recalled how she was with me; the chef, how she'd always care for me like I was her child. It dawned on me that with her gone, no one else was going to do that anymore.

My life was about to very much become a more terrible one without her.

It was like the harder I tried, the more effort life put in to ensure that happiness was far away from me.

"Have you not noticed that there is a problem? It doesn't sit well with me that she just died."

Rose was right.

She was so healthy on the day that we had a chat. There was no sign of illness whatsoever.

How on Earth did she suddenly die? That's when a thought came to my head and I began to connect the dots.

My mom had stepped into the kitchen as we discussed; the chef and me, and she suspiciously glared at us.

Being the maid of the princess, if she had heard what we conversed about, there was a very big chance that she'd have told the princess about it.

"Damn it!" I screamed in anger, realizing what must have happened.

The princess was never one to be trusted. If she had heard what we talked about, I was certain she'd have desired to do something stupid. I wasn't going to let it slide at all. They had bitten way more than they could chew.

In anger, I walked very quickly as I headed to my mother's room. She had some explaining to do whether she liked it or not. "Are you sure that confronting her is the best thing to do?" Rose asked, wary of the consequences of challenging my mother. The last time I tried that, it didn't end well. I was given the beating of my life.

But it was different this time. Now, I didn't mind.

I needed to give the woman a piece of my mind. I needed her to tell me why she'd

be a party to murder. I couldn't let the chef's death go that way.

"I don't care about that, Rose. I must get to the root of this matter. Mrs Elizabeth's death cannot be in vain."

I stopped for a moment, failing to stop myself from thinking that the chef was dead because of me. I was to be blamed. If she hadn't told me what she did, she would have probably still been alive.