Chapter [15]

Josephine

My routine has been usual, my sessions with Bell are going well, but I haven't spoken to Hosuh or Beau in a while. I want to ask Hosuh about his lie… I shook the idea off. I have been coming to Harold's preaches lately, not for support but for concern. If the tower was attacked because of him- who knows what else he could cause. The crowd grows bigger each day- and so does my fear.

Observing is a decent relief, and I have already noticed many intriguing factors. One, Harold only seems to be all talk and no action. Two, he uses Beau as ammunition, but the conversation would be over within seconds without it. And three, I noticed Bell only comes to the events when no other guards are on patrol for the preaches.

Simply this can be explained by the fact that she is on patrol or wishes to accompany me, but when training is over, she doesn't mind leaving me, and I live in the tower- I know her jobs on the regular. Granted- there's a chance Hosuh gave her these jobs without my knowledge, but that doesn't convince a part of me.

There is the likelihood that she likes the cause, his speeches but doesn't want to get caught. It's not off the list, but I hope that isn't the case. Regardless, he spouts useless nonsense that amounts to nothing other than filler. No wonder he's a preacher- he speaks while real leaders act.

We were coming to an end. But, this is the fun part- he answers questions every day after his preaches as a closing.

"Any questions!?" Harold shouted while I raised my hand. "Little girl in the back!" He pointed to me, and I smiled. "My question is more on the action of this political debate. Do you have a plan?" I asked as he gave a confused but intrigued smile. "Please interpret in more depth?" he said a bit mockingly. "Of course. Since you speak such ill of King Beaumont, I assume you will do something about his actions. What is your plan?" I repeated, more direct, and immediately everyone looked straight at him.

"What will you do?" "YEAH! How will you help us!?"

The crowd was a little louder, and he seemed to be sweating nervously. He was being yelled at for a few minutes till he was composed, smiling.

"I have a question for you," He yelled to me as I nodded. "What is your relationship to King Beaumont if you are defending him?" he grinned as the crowd suddenly turned to me. "Yeah- who are you?" "Are you his child?" "I've seen you with the king before-" They were closing in on me, forcing me to walk backwards against a wall. This was dangerous- I needed to think fast…

"I HAVE NO RELATIONSHIP WITH BEAUMONT!" I screamed, gaining a pause from the audience. They were stuck in their tracks, and I gained confidence. "He is an awful lord, selfish even and maybe one of the worst rulers in history!" I said as they slowly believed me. "But… He gave the man who takes care of me a job, and he's given many of you an income- home, and men and women who sacrifice their lives for us. I respect King Beaumont in all his faults, but you- Harold Forbes are a pest! A rat who rambles on if you want to speak, then actually help these people!" I screeched as the crowd turned back on him.

"We shall stop today-" He quickly ran off into the crowd, being protected by what I assumed were bodyguards of his own. Of course, they were regular citizens, but I focused my view on his exit. The crowd tried to attack but thank god for his guards- he's powerful, no doubt, but one man can't take on an army.

My job was over here, and I could feel a brawl was going to commence. When it does happen- I wouldn't want to be caught up in it.

I was getting ready to leave till Harold passed Bell.

Any average person wouldn't have noticed, but Bell secretly passed Harold a letter… It was so sneaky that I barely caught it.

I was curious, so I followed Harold. Getting past his goons wasn't much trouble but figuring out how to get that letter was my issue. Finally, Harold arrived at a tiny home, pulling a key from under a mat and unlocking the door. My problems were solved when the letter fell from Harold's bag! He entered, and I quickly snatched it. Then, I walked down the road and opened the letters.

"Huh?"

\Word Count\: 782 (Story-wise)

|Dictonary|

Factor:

one of the elements contributing to a particular result or situation

Brawl:

a noisy quarrel, squabble, or fight