While the queen naps...

The last remnants of Belinda's kingdom were plundered as she slept.

Years of hardship, anger and frustration at the royal family (mostly the king, really) finally erupted amongst the servants and soldiers in the castle. The organized theft taking place through out the castle degenerated into widespread looting as Belinda's servants wandered from room to room, taking everything for themselves. Nothing was spared as they swarmed the palace and picked it clean like locusts.

When they were finished, all that remained was the empty, hollow, stone husk of a building. Not a single stitch of fabric, nor an ounce of marble, silver, gold, or even wood remained. Even the doors and hinges had been taken, some for use as kindling, others to decorate the hovels of Belinda's newly liberated former workers.

Outside the castle, things were not any better.

The (surprisingly small) royal treasury had been emptied with a command from Prime Minster Guldaro and transferred to his own. He had also completely drained Belinda's personal bank account and those belonging to the royal family. Now he was currently supping on an exquisite meal in the kingdom's finest tavern while he finished signing several bills of sale.

Guldaro had made a killing selling the castle's stone to the dwarves of the Smoky Mountain. The royal estates were also sold off to the highest bidder (mostly local nobles seeking an expensive new status symbol), except for the grandest one, which Guldaro had sold to himself for a single copper coin. He was undoubtedly now the richest man in the kingdom.

While all this was happening, Belinda continued sleeping in her bath unharmed, enjoying her erotic dreams as a familiar figure cautiously approached her...