Just because Maxxy was a witch doesn’t mean she could bring people back from the dead. Luckily for the Queen, the knife in her heart went through a tiny gap. This means either the assassin had lots of luck, or no luck in her case, or she wasn’t going for a kill.
Maxxy was stirring a broth in a small pot. Next to her Irie Buemont, or the Queen, lay on a heap of the cheap blue hospital sheets all bandaged up. Maxxy, being bored of just stirring aimlessly, starts to wonder where she would be if she hadn’t become a witch nurse.
“Madam Beaumont, how are you feeling?” Maxxy asks, trying hard to not let venom seep into her voice. She had known the Queen for a while and hated every centimeter of her. Maxxy had only been hired as a backup in case anything ever happened, like now. Maxxy had debated quitting the first few weeks, but when she found out about the older witch who quit she changed her mind. Let's just say that witch was in Atherala now.
“As good as a person who has been stabbed through the heart can feel. And for you, it is either Your Majesty or the Queen.” The Queen barked.
“Yes Mad- Your Majesty,” Maxxy grumbled. She stirred the broth one final time, transferred it from the pot to a tiny bowl, and then slipped in a sedative so the Queen would sleep and not bug her any more than she was.
When she handed the Queen the broth, the Queen eyed it probably wondering if it was poisoned. Maxxy confirmed it wasn’t, showing her hands and pockets until the queen hesitantly sipped it. It would take 10-15 minutes for the sedative to kick in, and then she would have the guards take her to her room.
“Dior,” Maxxy called. Maxxy was fully aware of the rumors stating ghosts could lead to slavery and death, and she was also fully aware that these rumors were not true and were like all other superstitions. Fake. “Dior,” she tried again.
“Here Madam!” Dior says, floating through the door. She watches the Queen’s confused face, trying not to giggle. It takes a rare occasion for a demon to show any sign of emotion, but she never would have thought it would be seeing a ghost.
“So are you a ghost?” The Queen asks. Her already white face gets even paler than the hospital walls when Dior says she is a ghost.
“Is everything okay Your Majesty? You seem shaken up at the sight of a silly ghost.” Maxxy asks. She is not fighting her smile anymore due to the genuine fear pouring off of the Queen.
The Queen shakes her head, almost as if she’s confused, and by doing so wipes off all emotions, and glares at Maxxy. Or at least that's what Maxxy thinks she’s doing, Maxxy can’t tell since her eyes are just black.
“It’s just that the Oracle I had been meeting with said that there would be a ghost with me.” The Queen quickly repeated what the Oracle had said, from the fight to the ghost with the tissues. “And there's only so many ghosts, so… it's just that I’m scared that stupid Oracle may be right.”
The farther the Queen got into her story the more Maxxy stiffened. Whether it was from fear or shock she wasn’t sure. But Oracle’s were normally never right. Normally.
But if this Oracle was right then what could that mean? Why were they all together again? And who were the others in the vision?
Maxxy, starting to become scared, decided it would be best if the Queen went to her room. There Dior and her would be very very far away and nothing would happen.
Maxxy offered the Queen some more broth, but the Queen declined and shuffled towards the door, wincing whenever she had to move her left side at all.And when she was gone Maxxy sighed, dismissed Dior, and lay down. Today had been so stressful she thought. She closed her eyes and slept.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa465jjGv88
