“Cordelia!” Anna cried, banging the door with her two fisted palms, her head spinning in fear and uttermost frustration. She yanked the door handle, pulling, pushing and kicking the immobile portal standing between herself and a gurgling Cordelia. “Cordelia, hold on please,” Anna breathed, praying that the woman could still hear her. She perceived that Cordelia was all by herself and she wondered why, but now wasn’t the best time to ponder on all these and so Anna turned away from the door and dashed back to the first floor with a head still spinning.
She searched the first floor for the mistress, the dining room, the living room, the kitchen, even the throne room but the red haired was nowhere to be found. Anna stood now in the first floor’s hallway her head spinning with thoughts of how
