WARNING! I HAVE REWRITTEN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER. BEFORE READING THIS ONE, PLEASE REREAD THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER. IF YOU HAVE NOT, THIS CHAPTER WILL NOT MAKE ANY SENSE. THANK YOU.
Night had finally fallen, and those who did not make their stay in the White Castle—namely Tarrant, Malliumpkin, and the Cheshur cat—had departed the premises. Those remaining—Mirana, Nivens, and the two guards—had withdrawn into their respective rooms for the night.
"I bid you a good night, your majesty." The dressing maid, a young, human girl with honey brown hair and brilliant blue eyes, bowed at her waist and left the queen to her sleep.
Mirana sat on the chair in front of her bureau, gazing into the elaborately framed mirror that was perched on the flat top. She stared for a moment after setting the ornate hairbrush in front of the mirror.
There were times when she did not want to be the queen of Underland. She sometimes wanted to be at least relatively normal, live a normal girl's life without having to bear the responsibility of the whole of Underland on her shoulders. Yes, she enjoyed being near pampered and having pretty things to wear. She loved that she was respected by everyone in Underland. But most of all, she took the utmost pleasure in having her dearest friends earning their keep close to her—Tarrant as her royal hatter, Nivens as what one might describe as her personal secretary, and the others working their own various jobs.
Still, she couldn't help but wish. All girls had the almost necessity to wish, right?
With that final thought, she crawled into her bed and drifted into a deep sleep.
Yes, short chapter is short. So yeah, I hope you liked it. Please review! :D