-The sound of bottles clanking against each other rang through the hallway. Down the hall was a broken chain laying on the floor. A large oak door with burned marks was cracked open. On the door was the words " Keep out " was carved into the door sloppily. Lyla sat inside the dust filled, dark room. She sat on top of the bed hugging a shirt that belonged to the room owner. Lyla kept this room preserved for a century. Everything was left as is, since the room owner left. Dust shifted around making small clouds as Lyla moved. She hugged the shirt that was barely holding onto its scent. Tears streamed down her face in a silent cry.- I'm so sorry Arthur. -she fell back onto the bed creating a dust cloud. Lyla reached for the bottle nearest to her, that was needing to be finished. As her fingertips reached for the Wine bottle it rolled off the bed and broke onto the floor- Shit -The ounces of Wine was the only thing to taint the preserved room. Lyla looked down to see the rug stained- That was his favorite... -she started to cry more. Lyla slid down off the bed and started to wipe up the wine with her hanker chief only making it worse. Lyla was drunk and distort. As its been 200 years since she's entered the room. Many flashbacks fueled her emotional rage. The memories and emotions pried out by today's ordeals. A first for a long time, Lyla forgot how much she felt guilty, sad, and angry over the loss of Arthur. She wasn't okay with it, as she had fooled herself to believe-
(Nyght)*as she sat in the sill she heard a noise that intrigued her. Lifting her head she turned and blinked a couple of times. Was that in the Forbidden room? She jumped down and rushed towards the room...someone was going to be murdered if they were disturbing the room. Last night the Queen was going to tell her about it but had been called away. She knew it had to be something important. Coming down the hall she saw a man opening the door and hissed. Grinding to a halt before his feet she shook her head* No you must not enter, the Queen....*about then her ears picked up on crying and her nose the scent of Queen Lyla. Blinking she turned her head and saw the sight before her. Gasping she fidgeted for a moment then rushed in, her paws daring to land on the Queen's pushing her away* Please Queen Lyla stop you make matters worse. It can be saved. I can fix this. *ok so maybe she could fix it...surely she could fix it. Well the maids could with the right mixture of solution but they would have to be allowed inside the room.*
-Wokong remained within his Hut with fear engraved into his mind as his Spiritual journey was one of horror and Insanity. a Slender man claimed to be King of the Mental mind had spoken to him when he attempted to enter To learn about this White Rabbit. Gasping heavily, he held his throat as he looks at the Rat skulls and picks them all up. Walking around the Castle, he notices a Room he wasn't really familiar as the Sign was clearly stating to keep away, but the Rabbit image above the oaken door made him think about a Link between this King and this room. Walking into the room, WOkong notice the many Fancy furniture within the Dust filled Room. The Ivory Piano, the Silver Tea set, the Shelves full of many books with a Foreign language, and many other fancy belongings. Wokong notices the Queen and approaches- Lyla... does the name Arthur seems familiar to you? I saw a Vision of that man saying "I'm coming home, my mistress..."
-Lylas tears ran down her face as she sloppily rubbed the wine deeper into the carpet- Ill fix it my bunny.. Ill -she hiccups- I will fix it. She sniffles as her fogged mind couldn't grasp why the stain kept growing in size.- God damn it -Lyla yelled out in a fit, she was about to set the rug on fire with her blue demonic flame. Before she could, A small talking cat barged in and stopped her drunken rage.- I... I thought I could fix it... -she grabbed the shirt and buried her face. Embarrassed to see her members witness the Queen in a moment of weakness. Shaking she heard large boots clank against the wooden floor. Lyla peeked up from the shirt to see muddy boots enter the room. His words enraged her, as he was the one who set her into this spiraling downfall. She shot up as her boots crunched the glass below adding to the sound of rage- What do you know of Arthur! -The shirt in her hand disintegrated as the heat from her body spiked in an instant. Ashes of the shirt fell to the floor adding to the mess. Lylas dormant eyes sparked into a raging blue fire.- You know nothing of Arthur! It's impossible for him to return to me. -she averted her eyes away in pain. She moved close to his face as she started to walk past him out the room- I've tried, Now get your filthy self out of this room -In Lyla's rage, she shoved Wokong out of her way as she exited the room. A small blue fire was on his robes where she made contact with his body-
