The Curse of Windsor Castle

Chapter Thirteen

The girls had checked into a small inn, and after a good meal of stew, they both went to dreamland. Of course, one could never be in dreamland without having a dream. Rose was back in Windsor Castle, but she was with Amy this time. To her surprise, Rose was sitting on the throne, which was meant she was probably breaking some law.

Her subjects were all in line. But in Amicus's place sat Amy.

"What are you doing on the throne, Rose?" Amy frowned.

"I could ask you the same," Rose said.

"I have no idea. Do you think Nuntius Mortis is behind this?" Amy asked.

"He has to be. I mean, who else do we know that can do this?" Rose asked.

Just then, the throne room doors were blasted open. After the dust cleared, Rose could make out a vaguely humanoid shape.

"His entrance was amazing. You have to hand it to him," Amy muttered.

"Why, thank you, Amy." Tamara bowed.

"Tara?" Rose gasped. "What are you doing here?" She stood up.

"I could ask you the same, Queen Rosemary. You don't even belong in this world, much less Maagiline."

"Neither do you," Rose shot back. "You're my sister."

"Am I really?" Tamara sneered.

The subjects muttered among themselves. What did she mean that Queen Rose wasn't from Maagiline? And what gibberish was Queen Rose saying? How could that witch be her sister?

"How can she be queen if she wasn't from Maagiline?" Amy challenged.

"Bold talk, Lady Amelia. You aren't from this world either," Tamara sneered. "These two don't don't belong in Maagiline. Why don't we show them what we do to imposters?"

"Get out of Maagiline, imposters!" The subjects booed.

"I suggest you listen to your, ahem, loyal subjects, Queen Rosemary, and ah, get out." On the last word, Tamara brought her staff down and sent Rose and Amy in a vortex of energy.

Rose woke up with a start. The dream was so real, yet at the same time it felt like she was watching herself act in a movie. After her vision cleared Rose quickly shook Amy awake.

"Whaaa?" Amy muttered.

"God morning, Ames." Rose couldn't help but smile.

"D-Don't call me thaaaa..." Amy stopped mid sentence, to let out a yawn that would have made a lion proud.

Once she had successfully woken up Amy, Rose turned her attention to Tamara."Come on, Tara. We have to get the chair so we can get out of here." Rose's voice was ringed with urgency, which also woke Tamara up.

After freshening up, the girls went down to eat a quick snack, before going out.

"So," Amy started. "Where should we look first?"

"Probably the castle," Rose answered. "That makes the most sense."

"But none of the other chairs have been in castles, or anywhere remotely fancy," Tara argued.

"Do you have a better idea?" Rose asked.

The three girls hailed a cab which took them to the Gyula castle. The castle was enormous, as expected of most castles, but it was tiny compared to Windsor.

Rose, Tara, and Amy entered the castle after waiting in a surprisingly short line. Rose would have liked nothing more than to lay on the ground and marvel over the intricate carvings on the ceiling, but was pulled along to the next room by Amy and Tamara.