Clove was in a deep sleep and actually felt a sense of calm. Matthias had eased her mind a little, but before long her sleep became restless. She tossed and turned until she fell into a dream…
Here she was again back in the courtyard, her heart beating as if it was going to beat out of her chest. In her bare feet, she ran to the gardens. She slid behind a tall, old statue which had begun to look as if it had been there a thousand years. She put her hands over her mouth to hopefully keep the sound of her breathing quieter. She dared to look to the side to see if someone was there. She could hear footsteps in the gravel and shut her eyes. She decided to run. She ran as fast as her little legs could carry her. Of course, Matthias was older and could catch up to her quite easily considering that she was only ten at the time and he was fifteen. Clove ran up the palace steps and to the kitchen. She could tell the palace staff was a bit frustrated with their running around. The cook decided to help Clove hide from him. He told Clove to lay under the table as he covered her with flour bags. Matthias walked into the kitchen and quite easily found her. She screamed…
Clove sat straight up in her bed as her breath began to slow. Clove missed that… when she was actually carefree and didn't know what was to come.