Amorahs: A Narrative Fiction

Morgana walked over to the bed and saw Benjamin close his eyes hoping to trick her into believing that he had gotten a good nights rest. Benjamin slightly twitched when he felt Morgana place her soft hand on his forehead to see if he had a fever. The prince waited for Morgana to back away from the bed so he could pretend to wake up when his childhood friends stuffed a dirty washcloth into his mouth. Morgana backed away from Benjamin not wanting to get spit on her when his body tried to cough up the washcloth. Benjamin gagged so loudly that he woke up Amora who came running to see what was wrong with him. Amora pulled the washcloth out of Benjamin's mouth allowing his lungs to fill with air. Amora became overcome with rage when she heard Morgana cackling like a wild dog. The princess tightened her grip and tossed the washcloth at Morgana.
Benjamin began to laugh, but his laughter was murdered when Amora looked at him her eyes a literal canyon of fire and death. “Must you two always act like children,” Amora screamed at the top of her lungs! Hearing this two elven guards that were patrolling the hallway ran into the bedroom. Amora's rage appeared to vanish when she politely asked the guards to leave the room. The princess was so kind to them that the guards had huge smiles on their faces when they shut the bedroom door.. The second that the guards left the room Amora's anger returned, and she looked over at Morgana who was wiping the water off of her face with the godawful smelling blanket. “As I was saying you two must stop having these petty arguments and pulling this moronic pranks on one another,” Amora said her voice full of anger. “What happens if we don't,” Benjamin asked? “If you don't the next time I see you argue or prank one another I will tie you both to a tree and set you on