"What is holding you, you've got to him already, you got him at the palm of your hands, what are you waiting for. Take him out, remember your mission here, I didn't bring you here to play mind games with anybody." The ghost of her mother said furiously.

"What is it mom? You want the king dead with the palace and community in deep distress and you're going to get that. Just that is going to be done my way, or am I not allowed to have some fun anymore? Chill mom ok!" She said not minding how her mother felt or how she was looking furiously at her. Then rested back on her bed and relaxed.

"Madonna!!!" Her mother's ghost statled her as it shouted with anger.

"What is it! Would you please stop doing that, it's never funny anytime you do that." She replied with frustration.

"Or do you want them to hear you, and raise up suspicion? And then your plans will finally go down the drain." She said in a scared manner, realising she had spoken to her mother in a rude manner which could get her some rounds of punishment.

"Oh dear, you have no idea. And just so you know, no living been can see or hear me, except those with witchcraft powers...like you, so get used to it. Remember why you're here Madonna, don't you dare mess it up or your name is going to be sorry." She said with all seriousness and vanished without waisting anymore time as she heard a noise or someone approaching.

"But momma..." Her mother vanished before she could say anything.

Knock! Knock!! Knock!!!
She startled as she heard a knock on her door and quickly went under her blankets and covered her body leaving out her head and pretended to be sleeping until the door cricked open.

"Hmm....strange, could have sworn I heard something. Hmmm...she looks so tasty." It was the king, he said approaching her with a desirous look on his face. He went and sat on her bed, and staring at her with lust.
Without waisting time, he began to move his hands towards her laps to caress it.
Madonna felt uneasy and turned sleepily to the other side which made the heart of the king to skip with fear.

She hopefully prayed that the king would just leave. But as time goes on, he continued what was on his mind.
Madonna couldn't just take it anymore and with no time waisted, she turned her eyes wild open and it turned red. Then a gush of heavy wind shut the door and open, and continued without stopping, making loud and distressful noise. And also making objects to fall here and there. Madonna made her room become a ghost town.

Now the king's heart skipped into his stomach, he was so scared that he couldn't even stand on his foot again. He fell over and over again on the floor and he made for an exit. He was so afraid that his mind did not cross the part that the noise could wake some of the palace people.

"Go to hell." Madonna said and eased with disgust as she stopped the whole ghost pranks.

The king fell on his bed as he struggled to catch his breath. Then his two hands on his head as he tried to reason with what just happened which he couldn't find any meaning to.

Madonna herself also tried to make meaning to what she just witnessed.

"How could he, I mean... Who the hell does he think he is? Oh... if that's how it's going to be, then he's in for it." She said angrily and with disgust. She couldn't just get the whole scene out of her head.