Thirty

Iris

I was not going to escape them. My thoughts moved around, I was panicking and although it was not full blown yet, it was going to be very soon. My mind races as I watched the men approached me where I was huddled together with other women. 

“She thinks she can hide.” The male who seemed like the leader spoke with laughter. 

Another member of his gang took in a deep breathe close to my hair even as I shrank away from him. “She smells of ATI from afar, polished and pompous. The queen raised her replica.”

I found my voice through my fear and unclogged my tongue from the roof of my mouth where it was. “My mother did not raise me, my father did. The king of the folks.” 

“And the brat just had to talk.” The men laughed between themselves as if my information about who my father was is a joke to them. “Yes silly g