Y/N's Life Adventures

Camelot - The Worst Hiding Place Imaginable

You had barely made it through the castle corridor when Morgana suddenly stopped at the opposite end of the castle.

Her expression changed.

She slowly lifted her head.

"...He's here."

One of the guards beside you froze.

You immediately muttered:

"Shit."

The guards stared at you.

"My King?"

You whispered urgently:

"She can smell me."

Before anyone could respond, Morgana's voice echoed through the corridor.

"Guards!"

Several nearby guards straightened.

"Find the King. He has returned."

Your four escorts looked at you.

You looked at them.

They looked at you again.

"Closet."

"My King?"

"Now."

You grabbed all four guards and hurried them into the nearest storage closet.

The door barely closed before footsteps sounded outside.

You squeezed yourself behind the four guards.

One guard whispered:

"Your Majesty, you're injured—"

You placed a finger to your lips.

"Not. A. Sound."

Another guard swallowed.

You whispered:

"Don't breathe."

The guard's eyes widened.

You reconsidered.

"Actually, breathe. But silently."

They all nodded frantically.

Outside—

Morgana's footsteps approached.

"Has anyone seen him?"

A guard answered from the corridor.

"No, Your Majesty."

Morgana narrowed her eyes.

"I can smell him."

Inside the closet, you closed your eyes.

The four guards looked absolutely terrified.

You whispered:

"If she finds us, I'm blaming all four of you."

One guard mouthed:

*Us?!*

You nodded.

*Yes.*

Morgana stopped directly outside.

Silence.

Then—

"Interesting."

You held your breath.

One of the guards accidentally shifted.

**Creak.**

Everyone froze.

Morgana's voice came from directly outside the door.

"...What's inside that closet?"

Your eyes widened.

You slowly looked at the four guards.

They looked back at you.

You mouthed:

*We're doomed.*

The handle began to turn.