What Next?

The heavy curtains were abruptly pulled back to usher in the early morning sunlight, thereby disrupting the sleep of the Queen who grumbles in sleep.

Farah and Gal looked to themselves then back to the redhead, seemingly confused.

"Have she ever slept this late…?" the older one asked while moving towards the foot of the bed.

"Not that I know of and neither is she keen on wine. So why does she…look…very exhausted…?" Gal's head tilted to the side as she watches the figure keenly. And in that moment she rustles from sleep.

"Ahh what do the humans call it…"

"Sleeping beauty perhaps…?" Farah answered confusedly and got a nod from the one on low cut.

The Queen stirred again, eyes fluttered open but her vision was all a blur. The stark image of the two women hovering above her did something to her head and also the fact their voices were vibrating in her head.