Mated To The King’s Gamma
Chapter 37

Chapter 37

"You are asking the impossible. How am I supposed to sneak her out?” he demands.

“She can meet us somewhere, and we can grab her on the way. Either that or I stay, Kade. I won'tleave her behind,” I tell him, snatching my phone back off him. He growls and I turn away from him,walking up the street only for him to grip my arms.

“Fine, fine. What is this plan you have?” he purrs. And I turn in his arms to look up at him. He smilesback at me. “I'm sorry, Love. I didn't mean to upset you,” he tells me, cupping my face in his hand.*Now tell me what you want me to do,” he says, and I smile. He was going to help me.

The breeze was cool as the day slowed down, and all the servants prepared for dinner and end-of-day tasks. Tugging the white sheets from the clothesline with Ivy, we folded them, bringing thecorners together and placing them in the basket. Our interactions had been flat most of the day,and she had been quiet for most of it. I was itching to tell her that Kade agreed and I tried a fewtimes, but then had to stop because someone was always around.

A guard, another servant, so amongst the blowing winds and the flapping sheets, I moved closer toIvy before reaching over and dropping the pocket watch into the front pocket of Ivy's apron. Sheglanced down before putting her hand in the pocket and feeling around for what it was.

"When the big hand is on the twelve and the little is on the seven, I am leaving,” I whisper as sheexamines it.

She chews her lip before glancing around nervously and I glance around, making sure no one else isaround or within earshot. Then I reached into my shirt and produced a small key from my bra that Ihad to take off Gannon's key chain when he wasn't looking, which was a real bitch.

I had to wait for him to shower when he came off shift and I quickly used my key he gave me tosneak into his room before quietly sneaking around and replaceing the keys. He had caught me and Itold him I was grabbing his laundry, which seemed to get me off the hook. I drop it into her pocketbefore quickly retrieving another sheet from the line to fold.

“I stole the key from Gannon. It's for the laundry door,” I whisper, nodding to the one we just cameout of.

“Run along the river and head west. Keep going, and you will replace a bridge. Meet us at the bridge.He said he would help me get you out. You have to be there at 7 PM sharp,” I quickly tell her whileglancing around, and she nods. And for the first time in ages, I saw the sparkle back in her eyes asshe tried to hide her smile while pulling another sheet down from the clothesline.

“You convinced him,” she smiles and I smile back at her and nod once.

"Yes, but he said if you're late, we can't wait. He said he doesn’t want to be caught waiting outsidethe town limits,” I tell her. Looking at the sky, the clouds are moving in dark and heavy and it wasgoing to be one hell of a storm when it hit. I just hope she won't get caught in the middle of it."And you're sure he won't tell on me?" Ivy asks.

"He promised me,” I whisper before reaching over and gripping her arm. “We will be free. Just notthe freedom we used to long for, but actual freedom. Freedom to live,” I tell her and tears prick myeyes. “Always and forever.” I tell her.

“More than my life,” Ivy says in return. Those words meaning more to us than a simple I love you. Itmeant I was still fighting, fighting to remain by her side and her mine.

“More than my life. Always more,” I tell her because the Goddess knows the only reason I am here isbecause of her, the only reason I still sucked air into my lungs each day, if it weren't for her I wouldhave been dead the moment I tied that noose and around my neck, if she hadn't climbed up therewith me placing it around hers too, the rope never would have broke, I would be dead. Because theGoddess knows I wanted it to end back then. Sometimes I still do until I remember I would beleaving Ivy behind.

We finished dragging the clothes off the line and walked back through the laundry doors whensomething hit me and I shrieked. I rub the spot on my lower back and growl. Laughter reaches myears, I spin spotting Peter, the stable hand boy, then I notice a rotten apple splattered at my feetthat he threw at me. That rotten little sod.

"Peter, you little shit!” I hissed, dropping my basket and chasing after him, picking up rotten applesthat had fallen beneath the trees. I start lobbing them at him. Peter was one of the stable boys. Hewas 15 and had a mop of blonde curly hair and was always up to mischief or making a mess anyway he could. I shriek when he pelts another my way before throwing another, trying to hit him withthe apples while screeching when he tosses one back and ducking.

gather more apples, filling my apron pockets, when Ivy picks one up and tosses an apple. Peterdarts behind the castle wall just as Dustin walks around. The mushy apple smacks him in the face,and he freezes on the spot, stunned for a second before wiping the mush off. I chuckle, unable tocontain it while trying to muffle my laughter. Peter hid behind him before popping his head out andsticking his tongue out at me, and I pin him with a glare. Dustin wipes the mushy apple off hisclothes, growling. Bits of apples sticking to his crisp, clean uniform and a chunk was stuck in hisstubble.

Dustin's eyes go to me and I gasp, pointing at Ivy who shakes her head. He raises an eyebrow ather, a devious smiling splitting onto his face.

“You think this is funny, my Queen?” he asks her, a smile on his lips. I snicker before stopping whenhe walked over to the apple tree, making me squeal and I rush toward Ivy before using her as ashield. Dustin picks up a gross-looking apple that was nearly liquified in his hand.

Dustin tosses the apple in the air a couple of times, letting it break up more before he laughed andthrew it. Ivy shrieks and ducks, falling on top of me only to hear him gasp, and Peter burst outlaughing, holding his tummy, and pointing behind us. Turning my head, I look behind us to seeClarice covered in the rotted mush. We both tense, waiting for the scolding as she steps closer,examining her soiled apron.

She looks back up, and her eyes go to us on the ground where we are and both of us point toDustin standing by the apple tree with Peter. We look in their direction to replace Dustin pointing theblame at Peter.

Clarice glared, and we all froze in place as the old woman stalked toward us before ripping herapron off. “Apple war it is then,” she huffs, a look of wild excitement on her face. Then she runs overand scoops up some apples. I giggle before jumping up and joining the fray.