She stepped back from the door just in
time to avoid it swinging wide open, after a second of dismay to the door being
opened so violently she noticed that Grom was standing in the opening, moving
toward her. He began to speak, “Alright then missy, what’s your little
boyfriend got planned for you then? Some sort of army coming to rescue you?” He
looked and sounded worried, his eyes were full of rage, but a trained observer
could see the sense of panic buried beneath.
“I’m sorry; I don’t know what you’re
talking about in the least.” She spoke with a calm tone, almost mocking his
panicked state; the hints of a grin began to form as she once again noticed his
worried tone and demeanor. “Is there something that you wish for me to help you
with?”
“Don’t you get sassy with me, I know
you’re communicating with him somehow, the fact that I haven’t discovered how
yet is irrelevant. I know that you at least have an idea towards what he’s
planning, and all this commotion recently has to be the work of that plan.” He
was right on one note at least, Alice had been communicating with Will through
a complex system of messengers that they had befriended over the years, but she
knew that the recent ambush was simply a diversion from the real plan.
“Why Grom, you seem so worried about
something, and I wish I could help but I just have no idea what you’re talking about.”
To an extent that could be believed, she was rarely informed of events
happening around the castle, unless heard through eavesdropping on the guards
or if it directly concerned her. They continued to argue for near half an hour
until finally Grom had given up, Alice was a beyond talented arguer and he knew
that going on like this would simply be a waste of time. He ordered his guards
back into their positions and left the tower, heading back to his throne room.
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