Princess and the Pea Chapter 34

Chapter 34:
“So, what’s next?” Samson demanded, waiting for Fiona’s reaction. Fiona stared at her scroll carefully, pondering and thinking about the next step. She frowned at Samson’s demand.
“You, shush. I need to be able to concentrate.” The little witch probed through her mind, her miniscule figure almost fading into the forest.
“You’ve been standing there for thirty minutes already. You started off all confident and assured, but now you’ve lost your thought process? Aren’t you Linda Crosby’s cousin? You should know quite well how to deal with her and her legion of warlocks.”
Suddenly, Fiona threw her spear at Samson, narrowly missing his head as he quickly ducked down, alarmed and confused. “I told you to shush, boy,” she growled at him. “No wonder my cousin told me you were an incapable dolt.” She closed her eyes and tried to control her temper. “Linda had better judgment than I thought she had,” she added softly, annoyed and infuriated.
Samson nodded slowly, recovering from his shock. He rubbed his head continuously, making sure it was still there. He was dismayed to find that his hand was now covered with mud and dirt. He sighed, prudent enough not to complain.
Marilynn stared at the former prince and felt sympathy for him. She knew how he felt about all this, and she understood. She was once royalty too. They were all once royalty. They all used to wear beautiful robes and glistening jewellery. But now they were reduced to dirty, muddy garments, and their hair was tangled and messed. But what else could they do?
Marilynn’s and Samson’s parents sat quietly in the corner. Lily wiped her eyes. Sandra was taking a nap. Henry was thinking too, copying Fiona’s stature and brainstorming up ideas for their salvation. William was also taking a nap.
“Aha!” Fiona startled everyone with her abruptly loud, powerful voice. Everyone immediately sat up and looked to her, eyes opened wide.
“Welcome,” she said. She wasn’t talking to her audience, but instead her voice seemed far, far away. She peered into the darkness in the northwest direction and smiled gleefully. “Welcome to our hideout, Vincent.”

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.