Belinda the Barely There

Belinda was walking through her courtyard, or rather simply yard since it was no longer enclosed by so much as a rough hewn fence.

She walked like Frankenstein, arms thrown outward as her hands searched ahead of her and her exposed eyes blinked in the harsh light of the sun.

"I do say...can someone turn the lights down? It's awful bright in here!"

This brought a stifled round of laughs from a crowd of common folk, craftsmen, courtiers, and courtesans who gathered to watch their once proud Queen grope blindly in the memory of her prestige, pomp, and power.

"Hello? Is someone there?!"

Belinda turned and ran smack into Pooky, the two denuded potentates plopping down on their pillowy posteriors.

"Oof", the said in unison.

"Who's there? Address the Queen!", Belinda says to the right of Pooky, open air.