Princess and the Pea Chapter 20

Wow, I've completed twenty chapters, yet barely sixteen pages on Microsoft Word.  Bizarre.

Chapter 20:
While Samson and Marilynn followed Fiona down the hall with their hands up, Queen Sandra and King William had finally reached their Kingdom, Ruby Cross.
“We are here, dear,” Queen Sandra sighed. “Luckily, the witches have not made any horrific damage yet.”
“Yes, we are very fortunate. But remember, we have our things to do. I have to go fight any remaining witches while you have to go wake up your soldiers. We must part ways now.”
And they separated, Queen Sandra going east, King William going west. Above them, Helen Crosby watched. “So they escaped, huh. How sad. I suppose Princess Marilynn and Prince Samson have also left. I’m sure my daughter can take care of them, though…” And she left.
Queen Sandra found most of her soldiers lined up near the main gate, eyes closed and arms drooping. They were leaning against the barrier wall, completely fast asleep. Queen Sandra sighed.
“Phil? Jacque? Please wake up…” Queen Sandra lightly shook her soldiers, hoping that they would answer or even make a sound in reply. “Oh, please, dear soldiers, our kingdom needs you right now.”
But it was all useless. Queen Sandra felt desolate. Her soldiers were all in some sort of witch spell. She didn’t know how to break them. When she was a little princess, she had no tutors to teach her these things. Only Marilynn could do such wonders.
Queen Sandra continued to hurry around her kingdom, shaking her soldiers. It was all once again, useless. Queen Sandra circled around and around…She finally gave up. But she decided to try to meet up with her husband. She wanted to be of some use.
The queen found King William wandering around the outskirts of the kingdom, dagger up in defence. He was stepping around cautiously.
“Dear…!” Queen Sandra called out to him.
“Sandra? Is that you? How was it...?”
But he was interrupted, for suddenly something hit him on the head hard. “Ouch!” King William rubbed his head frantically.
Queen Sandra picked up the object, and looked at it peculiarly. “It’s…” She stammered. “It’s just a pea.”

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.