Princess and the Pea Chapter 10

Chapter 10:
Marilynn woke up in a daze, and found herself tied up in a small, musty wooden one-room house. She couldn’t move her hands and feet.
Marilynn carefully turned her head, taking in the scene around her. There were picture frames hung on the walls. Within the picture frames were old photos. She squinted at them. One showed the devouring of a lamb. She shuddered. Another showed two witches in graduation gowns. Marilynn halted. Witches…Witches…
Marilynn tried to remember what had happened before she fainted. She had seen a black mist, that’s for sure. She mused over it, trying to bring some sense into it all. Suddenly, she remembered. The black mist Destin, once the henchman of the old necromancer Collin, was passed down as a servant through the witch ranks. She remembered reading about it, and she remembered what it looked like. And to her surprise, it greatly resembled the black mist that had gone through her.
Marilynn’s eyes widened. Helen Crosby, she thought. But then it didn’t make sense again. Why would Helen come to my kingdom? She was always after Daffodil Acres. Why would she send Destin over here? She would only do that if she had somehow already conquered the Acres. Acres first, Ruby Cross second, she had learned from her father. That’s the master plan of Miss Crosby.
But was it possible that Helen actually had succeeded in her mission at the Acres? Marilynn felt dizzy, but it wasn’t from the horrible stale scent in the room. Oh no, she thought. What has happened to Queen Lily, King Henry, and Prince Samson?
Suddenly, the door to the room burst open, and a figure came rolling in, also tied up. Marilynn kept her eyes on the figure, and nearly cried. It was the prince.
“So the princess girl of Ruby Cross is awake now?” A shrill voice made Marilynn’s head snap up. She was expecting Helen, but instead saw her daughter, Linda Crosby.
“Well, you can keep him company then.” And Linda was gone.
Prince Samson moaned. He was stupid. He was dumb. Now he was paying the price of his ignorance. “Princess Marilynn?” He groaned.
Marilynn answered sadly. “Yes?”
Prince Samson shook his head miserably. “It’s over,” he said. “We’re done for.”

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.