🔥❄Wow! Chapter 15 already! Keep on reading and commenting and voting and maybe there will be another update soon😉 Yay! Also, this is a bit of a longer chapter. I actually think this is the longest chapter in the book... But I'm too lazy to check. Peace out! ❄🔥

~stylishswiftie

"I won't." Run away and never come back, they had said. But he wouldn't.

And then he remembered the bottle of poison in his pocket, enough to kill many people he supposed. Oh yes, his father would kill him. And it was nearing the end of the month...

"Have it your way," Frost responded, shifting back into the merciless queen he had come to know. "But... One more thing."

"Yes?" he hated how his voice quivered just the slightest bit.

"I-I have a court discussion tomorrow. You are not to interrupt." And she turned.

She stalked off, but what she didn't notice was the excess ice in front of her. She tripped over it and landed... In Callen's arms. They locked gazes for a heartbeat and then she batted his arms away.

"Careful with your actions. That could have been planned," he felt those words spilling out of his mouth and he couldn't help but mentally putting the pieces together...

"Again," Frost lifted her chin. "Your advice is not needed."

And as she slipped out into the cold doorway, Callen knew what he was going to do with the poison.

As soon as she walked out the door, he slammed it shut. He walked over to the desk on the far side of the room and pulled out the bottle of poison. He shuffled through the various books he had stolen from the library. The one on the top was open to a page with a picture of a bottle of poison that looked very similar to the one he was holding...

Scrawled across the page in fancy but neat script was the name of the poison. He scanned the page to check his memory...

'only two drops of this deadly poison will kill a person, one will spare the persons life.'

Those were the words he remembered, the words he dreaded. Frost had said, 'a court discussion' would take place tomorrow. He could use the poison then... Because the nobles and court officials did love their wine. At least in the Fire Kingdom they did. He remembered the long and boring court meetings his father had made him attend. There was lots of wine, and the meetings usually ended with a bunch of drunk officials in an heated argument or fight. He slammed the book shut and stalked off to find the kitchens. After all, Frost never said that he couldn't leave his room...

A few minutes later, Callen stood, flustered, outside the doorway of the kitchen. Just moments earlier, the head cook had chased him out with a knife far too big for his liking screeching, 'Get out of my kitchen! You ask too many questions!' and other things he had no intentions of repeating. This would be harder than he thought...

He hurried across the doorway before anyone inside the kitchen could see him and he made his way down to the servants quarters. No one was there and so he breathed a sigh of relief. He headed to where they kept spare clothing and to his distaste, there was only clothing that was either too big or too small. He ended up choosing a plain tunic and black pants he saw the cooks wearing. They were both too big, and he figured he would have to roll up the pant legs at least three times. Just as he was pulling the tunic over his head, the door banged open. A girl that had chestnut brown hair in a braid and bright blue eyes stepped in. Her eyes widened at the sight of Callen.

"Oh," she said. "Sorry." She quickly grabbed something on one of the beds and was gone in a matter of seconds. He felt his cheeks getting red but luckily she had left. He took a deep breath and then walked out into the hallway.

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"Who are you?" the head cook asked, looking annoyed. Callen kept his head down, in the fear of getting recognized, but this didn't seem to be a problem. The cook seemed too busy giving orders.

"I'm n-new," Callen shrunk under the cook's stare. "My name's-"

"Bah," he interrupted. "Names are a waste." Callen breathed a sigh of relief. He was just about to make up a name, but now he realized that he certainly didn't want to be called that. 

"W-what should I do?" Callen asked as the cook already seemed to be forgetting that Callen was there. 

"There's a big feast tonight for her Majesty. Best you be chopping... Whatever needs to be chopped," he said. "Don't drop that!" he barked at someone who carried a large pot of soup. The cook's sudden outburst startled the person, and some of the soup almost fell out. That person cringed and kept on walking, legs wobbling.

"Yes sir," Callen said and walked over to where there were three people, all girls, chopping carrots and onions. Callen grimaced as he realized how much there was. The first girl, with dark hair and red lips, glared at him.

"What do you want?" she asked rudely. The other girl, who had long red hair, just looked at him with a disgusted look.

"Don't worry about them," he was startled by a low voice. He was startled when the third girl, with blond hair and blue eyes, spared him a pitying glance. "My stepsisters can be a little...rude." By then, they had walked off, leaving their stepsister doing the rest. 

"You can do the rest, can't you?" the one with dark hair called over her shoulder in a sweet voice.

"I guess," the girl with blond hair muttered as they stalked off without hearing her answer.

"The head cook told me to chop... 'whatever needed to be chopped,'" he said. The girl laughed while still chopping the carrots and onions.

"Here," she handed him a knife, "you've surely done this before?" Callen shook his head and she looked at him with wide eyes. "Well, anyways... hold the knife like this, good, and then do this." She demonstrated and he copied her.

Soon, he was doing it 'perfectly' as the girl had put it, but he noticed that his were usually uneven and hers were straight. By the time the kitchen went dim, they had finished, and people were silently streaming out as other servants came to deliver the dishes to the feast. Callen said goodbye to Ashlyn, the girl with blond hair, and headed out of the kitchen. He hid in one dark corner and the last person turned the lights out, and left.

Shipping into the dark room, he reached in his pocket and sure enough, there was the poison. It took some time, but he finally found several bottles of wine, one which was marked Queen Frost. And in each bottle, he poured just a little bit of the purple liquid. It touched the surface and then dissolved. Callen breathed a sigh once the bottle of poison was empty, recapped the wine and then slipped out into the darkness. And he couldn't help but feel the slightest bit relieved. And the next day, no one knew where the new kitchen servant had went.

Bit of drama, people? Uh oh, he has finally decided to use the poison... Leave your comments, I'd love to hear them 😉 And finally don't forget to vote!