Danielle paced angrily. How DARE he choose that..that commoner over her?! She'd been a queen..but that had been taken away. Marguerite's fault as well. Well, she knew how to take care of interfering little nobodies like that. Silently she pulled a small pouch from her belt. Oh yes, soon, Marguerite wouldn't be a problem for anyone. The little brat would have to go too, but that could wait. He wasn't any real threat. For now.
Looking up, she managed to stuff the pouch in her sleave just before Marguerite entered the kitchen. For a long moment they staired at each other in tense silence.
"I came for some tea..." Marguerite said but made no move to go past the witch who stood between her and the tea pot.
"Oh by all means..let me!" Danielle offered plastering a sneer on her face and turned. It was too perfect! Carefully she poured a cup of hot water from the kettle into a mug and sprinkled in some of the leathal herbs before plopping in a tea bag and handing it to her.
Marguerite just eyed her and headed back across the bridge, sipping her tea, unknowingly. With a satisfied smirk, Danielle headed to bed.
The next morning they were awakened by a panicked Roxton who burst into Challengers room and pratically dragged the man across the bridge and into his bedroom. There lay Marguerite, pale with almost a greenish tint, her entire body trembling as if freezing.
"She wont wake up...Challenger...do something!" Roxton said, looking panicked.
"Get ahold of yourself man!" George Challenger said. "Take your son and go to the other tree house, it might be contageous. I'll be over in a minute."
Roxton opened his mouth to argue but quietly went and scooped up Will. If he lost Marguerite..he couldn't live with losing his son. Sleepily, Will just lifted his head to see who was man-handling him and upon seeing his father, just stuck a thumb in his mouth and was out like a light a moment later, having no idea that his mother lay just a few feet away....fighting for her life.
Looking up, she managed to stuff the pouch in her sleave just before Marguerite entered the kitchen. For a long moment they staired at each other in tense silence.
"I came for some tea..." Marguerite said but made no move to go past the witch who stood between her and the tea pot.
"Oh by all means..let me!" Danielle offered plastering a sneer on her face and turned. It was too perfect! Carefully she poured a cup of hot water from the kettle into a mug and sprinkled in some of the leathal herbs before plopping in a tea bag and handing it to her.
Marguerite just eyed her and headed back across the bridge, sipping her tea, unknowingly. With a satisfied smirk, Danielle headed to bed.
The next morning they were awakened by a panicked Roxton who burst into Challengers room and pratically dragged the man across the bridge and into his bedroom. There lay Marguerite, pale with almost a greenish tint, her entire body trembling as if freezing.
"She wont wake up...Challenger...do something!" Roxton said, looking panicked.
"Get ahold of yourself man!" George Challenger said. "Take your son and go to the other tree house, it might be contageous. I'll be over in a minute."
Roxton opened his mouth to argue but quietly went and scooped up Will. If he lost Marguerite..he couldn't live with losing his son. Sleepily, Will just lifted his head to see who was man-handling him and upon seeing his father, just stuck a thumb in his mouth and was out like a light a moment later, having no idea that his mother lay just a few feet away....fighting for her life.