Princess and the Pea Chapter 11

One one.  Eleven.  Whatever.

Chapter 11:
“Don’t say that!” Marilynn tried to stay positive.
“No, you saw. Helen’s plan is working.”
“But…”
“What?” Prince Samson gave her a meaningful look. “Optimism won’t help us now. Our kingdoms are being taken over yet you refuse to be realistic!”
Marilynn looked down. She knew all that. She knew that Prince Samson was right. But she was angry at his tone. “So what are you going to do about it? Moping won’t get us anywhere either!”
Prince Samson was shocked. “I don’t see you thinking of ideas to get us out of this mess!”
Marilynn gritted her teeth together, and sighed. “We have to stop it,” she said. “C’mon, let’s brainstorm. How are we going to get out of these ropes?”
Prince Samson closed his eyes in thought. He had no idea. Marilynn looked around the room, and let out a cry of happiness. “We’re saved,” she said.
Prince Samson gave her a questionable look. “What did you see?”
“Over there, in the far left corner of the room, there’s a nail sticking out. We could use those to get out of these ropes.”
Prince Samson cast his glance to the far left corner. Marilynn was right. There actually was a nail sticking out. “Huh,” he said. “I guess the construction workers weren’t careful enough.”
“Stop bickering, would you. Come on, let’s scoot over there.”
“You want me to scoot?”
“What is it, is that too un-princely for you? We have no time to think of all that nonsense! Compromise for once!”
Marilynn and the prince scooted over to the far left corner, the latter with a sour look on his face as his favourite pair of pants got covered in mud.
“Come on; rub the ropes on your hands to the nail!”
But before Prince Samson had a chance to reply, the door opened again. Marilynn turned her head back, expecting to see Linda again.
No witch appeared. Instead, two figures came crashing in as if they were thrown. They fell to the ground, moaning and groaning. Their hands and feet were also tied up.
Prince Samson was confused, for their new company were strangers to him. One was a woman dressed in fine robes. The other was a man who looked equally noble.
But Marilynn recognized them. A tear ran down her cheek. “Mother, father…Is that you?”

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.