Massacre

"What the hell happened to her?" Newton asked nearly storming into the room as he towered over her sleeping body, a look of fear and concern evident on his face. 

"She has been like since morning Your Majesty," Laura said stepping back to allow him get a better look of the sleeping beauty. But this was not the time to admire her beautiful features.

"Have you tried to wake her up?" Newton asked, his gaze shifting to the already scared Laura.

"Yes your Majesty," she answered nodding her head at the same time. She held her hands nervously, her concerned gaze never leaving Isadora's calm face.

Newton placed his finger on her nose, instantly letting out a sigh when he confirmed she was breathing. How then was this possible? What the hell had happened to her after he left? He could only hope it won't get worse, but without knowing how to get her out of this state was just but a wishful thought.