Chapter 12:Attempt To Escape
While walking across the vast land filled with greenery, I could not help but say, "My legs are blessed today as they can finally do justice to what they are made for."
"Make sure not to let them go overboard, or my lady won't be able to walk even a single step after getting sore legs," Martha comnted.
"You can never let feel happy, can you?" I frowned.
On most days, I could only walk inside the tower's premises, the farthest being my garden, which was just a pitifully short distance that didn't even make feel like my leg muscles were stretched.
After walking for a long ti, Martha and I arrived at the market side of the capital. I enjoyed visiting this place as I could see so many different things in a single glance. It allowed to wander around with other people without any restriction. Being here made feel like an ordinary person, like I was truly one of them, and I liked it.
'I feel alive here. I wish I never have to go back to the palace,' I thought and looked at Martha, who was walking with . If only this old lady is not with ...'
Even though the lives of common people were full of constant struggles, selling things and laboring to make a living, their lives looked far better than my prison life.
Happily, my eyes scanned the market to cherish every mont as I didn't know when I would co here next ti. Many shops, small roadside stalls, and food carts were lined up on either side of the street.
People were buying things from the shops, bargaining with them for just a single penny. So were eating food from the stalls, while kids were playing around and throwing tantrums to their mothers to get what they wanted. rchants from different shops and stalls were calling out to inform what new things they have to let the curious custors buy them.
Young won around my age were buying things and laughing with each other, but what pulled my attention the most was the fact that their mothers were buying things for their daughters to make them look even prettier, and those daughters looked happy to be pampered. Little girls could be seen walking around holding the hands of their fathers, and their fathers were buying them whatever they wanted.
Their eyes showed how much these parents loved their daughters.
'I would never have this in my life.'
I felt envious.
Martha looked at . "My lady, would you like to buy sothing?"
I shook my head. "I have everything, and what's the use of wasting the King's money when those things will only end up in the closet?" I sighed and thought, 'If only soone can buy for too, just like those girls. How fortunate they are to get so much love.'
"Would my lady mind it if I buy sothing for her?" Martha asked as if she guessed what was in my mind.
"Why would you? It's not like you are my mother," I said and walked ahead as Martha continued to follow .
One particular shop caught my eye. It was a shop showcasing beautiful dresses for ladies. Although it was a small shop, it looked packed with clothes as most of them hung at the entrance.
Sothing clicked in my mind, and I said, "I would like to try dresses from this shop."
Martha nodded, and we entered the shop, but there was just a little space left for us to move around. Martha had been forced to stand a little farther like a guard.
I looked at the dresses that the owner of the shop, an old lady, showed .
"This will suit the young lady," said the owner, spreading an olive green dress in front of .
"Can I try this?" I asked.
"The room is there." The old lady pointed towards one wooden door at the end of the shop. Even more clothes were hung in that area, and the door to the changing room was almost buried behind them. Looking at the space between each rack of clothes, only one person could pass at a ti.
I looked at Martha. "Wait for ."
The owner went to entertain Martha as I left for the changing room. Before closing the door, I saw Martha leave the shop, but I didn't know why and where she was going.
"This is my chance."
I put down the olive green dress that I was holding, picked up one light blue-colored robe that hung close to , and put it on. Most shops in this market area always had one exit on the backside for their staff, and I understood that general design after sneaking out to visit this market with Martha before.
I put on the light blue robe and exited the shop from its backside.
"This old lady will regret not answering my questions. How can she not tell about my own mother?"
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