[The pumpkin’s smoke rises again, shaping itself to reveal the woman again, sitting on the throne and arguing with a younger girl who looks suspiciously like a certain new portrait. She is not wearing a crooked witch hat or robes however, both her and the woman are dressed in lavish gowns and wearing crowns. The younger girl who is not the witches daughter is insisting that their economy isn’t stable, ‘Mother your expensive taste can’t last, you spend so much on your gowns that you ignore food. Our people are going hungry, and taking OUR provisions for themselves.’
The murdered woman scoffs, ‘What’s the big deal about food? You eat too much anyhow, watch out or you won’t fit in your own gowns.’ She stands and walks away, laughing to herself and leaving her daughter fuming. ‘You’re the one who needs to watch out, mother. A queen like you makes so many enemies.’
The woman stops, looking back over her shoulder and smirking at her child. ‘Threats, darling?’
‘A warning. Don’t make the mess I’ll have to clean up when I’m queen any bigger.’]
Re: START
The murdered woman scoffs, ‘What’s the big deal about food? You eat too much anyhow, watch out or you won’t fit in your own gowns.’ She stands and walks away, laughing to herself and leaving her daughter fuming. ‘You’re the one who needs to watch out, mother. A queen like you makes so many enemies.’
The woman stops, looking back over her shoulder and smirking at her child. ‘Threats, darling?’
‘A warning. Don’t make the mess I’ll have to clean up when I’m queen any bigger.’]