#WritcoStoryChallenge
The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the palace,my hot heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end. Realising how I had wept my pants.All sense of humour had been lost to this effect since I couldn't make out my left from my right.I thought of leading my mysterious spy into the woodlands.Thinking he had lost track of me.Ignorance really never is a plea.Had I known is...