It was dark inside the room, though the sun was slowly coming out, the tightly shut curtains didn't allow even a single ray of light to enter the room. Everything was dim, Myrtle was laying on her bed holding up the small bottle that the queen had given her. Every muscle of her body was tensed, she was pondering deeply when the door to her room opened slowly and Susan stepped in silently.
Myrtle didn't notice her as she was drifting into her thoughts, she was so deeply engaged in a battle within her mind that when pulled away from the curtains and let in the light, Myrtle jumped up in the bed and her heart started beating harshly. Myrtle reflexively clenched the bottle in one hand while the other stood like a wall between the light and her eyes. SHe got blinded by the sudden tightness and her eyes couldn't open completely for a few seconds.