Meeting the King (Part 2)

Walter dashed out of the library with the twelve parchments in his arms like a delicate baby. His eyes searched for the King who was nowhere near the corridors, prompting the speed of his feet to accelerate in hope that he could at least sight the shadow of his royal robe somewhere.

His movements echoed through the halls until he came between two routes that both led to the throne room.

The salty sweat that trickled down his forehead was almost steaming hot, while his breathe was trying to keep up after the run.

'Which way now?' He cried within himself.

Just then, two palace maids exited one of the routes and were now in the corridor, walking gracefully towards him.

On sighting them, he scurried off to their direction like a worried mouse looking for an escape route from a wild cat.

"Ladies!" He greeted rather loudly.