"Rise," the voice boomed and sent shivers across the glass room.
"Please, I'm searching for my other half," the Girl stammered.
"Aren't we all."
The Amaryllis Queen eyed the girl, her face was passive but her eyes brimmed with tears. A memory struck her- of a time before she became queen, when she was forced into hiding by her Uncle as the country revolted around her. Of the girl before her, teaching her to conceal herself in the Amaryllis flowers, to speak to the foxes in case of danger.
"You don't seem to have aged," the Queen noted, "or perhaps you just hide it well."
The Girl looked at her, mouth starting and stalling, before finally pushing out, "He took her. He took my other half. Please help." She passes out before the Queen, fingers embedded in the folds of her skirt.
The Amaryllis Queen looks down; it's going to be a long night.