DID YOU TOUCH ME?

Emma paced outside the door of the inner courts, getting impatient by the passing second. At the other side was Prescott; he was seated calmly on a bench, staring at her prancing movements with tired but amused eyes, not understanding she was this jumpy, after all, the Queen had sent for them quite alright. Also, he was sure that the boy, whoever he was that had her tied in knots, would be having his party by late evening. He had mentioned this to her on more than one occasion, but his words had fallen on deaf eyes ever since she had woken from her slumber. Was she in love with the boy that much?

Emma glared at Pintel, Zipfarah's main guard for the umpteenth time. But the elf was unbothered, unfazed by her glares which had been coming hot and fast for some time now. She was tempted to zoom past him as before, but for the fact that she didn't want to upset the queen who had escaped a major attack of poisoning. From what she had heard from Prescott and the twin girls, the poison was it