She emanated mystical coldness.
"I'm sorry." she whispered.
She flicked her finger upwards.
The roses grew thorn-ridden vines.
They enveloped around the girl.
They punctured her.
She screamed out of pain and fright, but she kept fighting.
"HELP! I'LL DO ANYTHING!" the girl cried.
"Anything?" the Queen whispered
"Anything!" the girl said.
All of a sudden, a golden sword floated in midair.
She took it with her only free hand.
She began to slash away at the vines.
She finally was able to climb out of the bush.
"Thank you." the girl said to the Queen.
A soft tear came down the Rose Queen's cheek.
"I'm so sorry." she said.
