The chosen {finished ✅}

Chapter 22

10 days. 10 days of silence. No one has come in. They slip my food tray through a tiny slit through the door. Always on time. 10 days of praying for someone to get me out of here. Of missing human contact. Of missing Nathaniel. Does he even realize I'm gone? Does my family know where I am? Do they think I'm dead? How am I supposed to get out of here? I need my family. Tears are streaming down my face again. Then the door clicks open quietly. I sit up quickly and try to plan out a defensive tactic.

"Shut up and don't say a word." The man says and shuts the door behind him. "I need you to follow me quietly and I will get you out of here. You need to follow my orders or they will get alarmed." I nod quietly. I have seen those eyes and that hair around from somewhere.

"I work for the royal family I am here to get you out of here. My name is Hemingway." I feel tears roll down my face. "You have to obey every word I say." I nod. "Good. Keep your head down don't say a word." I nod and he helps me up. We silently walk out the door. I notice that mine isn't the only one. There looks to be so many more. What did they plan on doing here? Hemingway looks back and nods as to tell me to walk. We turn corners and walk down spacious halls of stone. Various paintings of scruffy men line the halls. I keep in pace with Hemingway and keep my head down.

"What are you doing with her out here?" A man says stopping is in our tracks. My heart starts pounding.

"Boss's orders. He wants her up in his room" I can hear the smirk in Hemingway's voice  and the laughter of the other man follows suite. The other rebel picks my head up with his finger under my chin and looks me up and down.

"Shame I'm not the boss. You are quite a pretty one." He drops my head and nods to Hemingway. "Alright get going don't wanna keep him waiting too long."

We walk for what seems like forever. Until we get to the kitchen and some other quarters. We walk through a door where a truck of some sorts is waiting for us.

"Get in and keep your head down!" Hemingway whispers. We get in and he starts the truck. I feel the jolt as the truck rolls forward. I keep my head down until Hemingway reaches over and taps my shoulder.

"It's ok now. You are ok. We will get you back to the palace and everything will be ok." I look up and see a wooded area. I am free. The stars are shining brightly as of my whole world wasn't just caged into a cell.

"How did you find me?" I ask as I stare ahead.

"I've been working undercover with this group to gain intel for the King. When I found their plan was to take you it was too late and it was around five days you were there before I could gain access to you. The rest of the time I guarded you and gained trust with the other rebels. I became the leader's most used soldier." I feel a tear slip. I'm going home. I am free. "I had to make sure nobody would be able to follow us. And I had to make sure it was when there weren't a lot of guards around." I lean back into the seat and sigh.

"Thank you. Thank you." It's all I could manage to say as I slip into sleep.

"Miss charity wake up. We are arriving shortly." I sit up groggily and blink a few times. We must have been driving for hours because it's sunset when I look out the window.

"We've been driving all day miss. You were out like a light I didn't want to disturb you." Almost as soon as he said that I saw the palace gates begin to peak out. I sit up and straighten out my hair and dress as if that would make me appear any better.

"Prince Nathaniel wants to see you after you get to your room and freshened up." I nod and wait for the moment I can set foot back into my new home.