Princess and the Pea Chapter 15

I made Number 15 slightly longer.

Chapter 15:
Everyone went on with the plan. Queen Sandra quietly made her way to her castle and kingdom with the King, while Prince Samson and Princess Marilynn crept back to Daffodil Acres. There were a few witches on guard, but none of them even bothered to look at them. Marilynn smiled. She knew her disguise idea would work.
Entering Daffodil Acres, both Marilynn and Samson gasped. It was horrid. The castle itself was shimmering with evil dark energy, and poisonous plants grew up the outer walls, feeding on it. The castle’s walls were chipped, and the beautiful paint was dripping off, evaporating as it touched the plants.
The castle looked so evil. And it wasn’t the only thing affected by the witches.
The flowers and plants in the garden were all dead. Prince Samson was horrified. His favourite lily, once a lovely shade of red, was now an ugly brown. Strange bugs circled above the garden.
The castle lawns, the walkways, the gates…They were all gone, replaced by rocks, sand, and rusting metal.
The air above the castle was musty, with dark clouds forming above it. That was a typical sign of malevolence. Marilynn shook her head. The place was so beautiful when she last visited.
Prince Samson involuntarily took a step forward. He missed his castle and his kingdom…And he was very angry with the witches for destroying them.
“Halt! Who goes there?” A growling feminine voice shouted. Prince Samson was surprised to see a young witch, who barely stood five feet tall, right in front of him. She was holding a menacing spear.
“Pr…” Prince Samson was about to speak, but Marilynn interrupted him. “We’re just a couple of peasants, ma’am, here to visit Daffodil Acres. We heard of the wonderful things you witches have done with this place, so we wanted to come here to see for ourselves. Isn’t that right…Thomas?”
Prince Samson gave Marilynn an incredulous look, but Marilynn ignored him. She was waiting for the witch’s response. She hoped her lie worked.
The mean look on the witch’s face melted into a smile. “Oh, so you wanted to see? Come with me, then. I will take you on a tour. I’m sure the head witch will not mind. But tell me, what is your name?”
“You may call me…Susanna.” Marilynn pulled that name out from the top of her head.
“Alright then,” The witch said. “I am Fiona, Linda Crosby’s second cousin. Susanna, Thomas…Follow me.”

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.