Train to Switzerland

The Queen crouched in the shadowy recess of the overnight train’s compartment, pulse quickening with excitement. The steady thrum of the tracks covered her steps as she edged toward Laura’s cabin.

Silently easing the door open, her eyes darted around before landing on the wardrobe. Neatly folded silk pajamas dangled inside. "Oh, this is too good," she murmured, a smirk tugging at her lips. Moonlight caught the fabric’s sheen, practically taunting her.

She snatched the pajamas and dug into her pocket, uncorking a tiny vial. A fine puff of powder fluttered down, coating the silky material. She smoothed them back out on the lower bunk.

"Enjoy your beauty sleep," she snickered under her breath, already picturing Laura’s frantic struggle.

Then—footsteps. Close. She stiffened, reflexes sending her diving headfirst into the wardrobe just as the doorknob turned. Pressed against coats, she clamped a hand over her mouth and waited.

Annie stumbled into the cabin looking like she was running on fumes. Without a second thought, she stripped off her clothes and tossed them carelessly into the closet without looking, the discarded garments falling to conceal the hidden intruder within.

Not stopping to question how her pajamas had ended up on her bunk, she slipped into the silky smooth attire, relishing how the luxurious material slid against her body, promising a restful night. "Ahh," she exhaled happily, already picturing herself curled up comfortably.

She climbed into her bed and settled in, her eyelids growing heavy. Just as she began to doze, an annoying tingle crept along her arm. "Hmm?" She absently rubbed at it.

Within moments, that mild irritation exploded into full-blown torment. "Holy—WHAT'S GOING ON?!" she yelped, feeling the maddening itch erupt everywhere at once.

She shot up in bed, clawing at the silky fabric that now felt like a **** device. "OFF! GET IT OFF!" In her frenzy, she practically somersaulted from the bunk, shredding the pajamas in her frantic escape before bolting out the door half-dressed.

The Queen peeked out from her hiding spot, blinking in astonishment. "Well... that was unexpected," she whispered. Once again, that ginger haired nitwit had unwittingly foiled her scheme.

Still, the itching powder had only been half the plan. It was time to enact part two.