"Nothing! There's absolutely nothing!" I yell furiously.
Emma doesn't jump as I slam another heavy book onto the table, the weight of it making my arms tremble.
My mood, which was high as a kite two days ago, has crash-landed to the ground.
I look at Emma frantically. "You gave Henry the paper with my request right? He read it correctly?"
"Yes, your highness," Emma replies.
I throw my hands up in irritation. I had felt so close to a breakthrough after five years of scrambling around in the dark, subject to Peppermint's whims, but alas, I'm back at the start. It's like a game of Monopoly where I've been sent back to go without the two dollars compensation.
"No, I can't just...", I start dejectedly before rapidly rushing out of the room. Emma finally shows signs of life, following after the quiet pitter-patter of my tiny feet with her slower, longer steps.
"Your highness!" Marie says in alarm as I nearly run into her carrying trays of food.
