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The Queen was in her solar meditating between her plans for the upcoming war, a war that hadn’t been written, and a war unknown to the opposition. That blasted girl had done away with her blue prints and the prototype that now lay as charred coal tangled upon the ruins of the research wing. This had her set her back more than she could afford. Resources were dwindling throughout the land, export had become slow to say the least and the economy was all awry. Something had to be done to unite the ever dividing populace that she called her kingdom, and that was war.

Nothing united the peoples more than a common enemy. It gave them a reason for patriotism and a reason to rejoice The Queen once more. Yet, she couldn’t move forward without ensuring victory, for that she needed her toys and for that she needed funds. Funds that were already dire, were further stretched now that she had to rebuild the innovation heart of the research wing.

That blasted girl.

She will pay with her family’s blood.

Her thoughts broke as the silence was cut with a roar of voices outside. She could feel the weight of angered souls clattering against the gates of her not so humble abode. A strong presence gathered them and called out infamies against her. Treason.
She called for Yahn, an elderly yet skilled knight, to escort her to the balcony that hung over the cobbled streets of the old rotting city. As he drew to her side, she swept off the floor in one sharp movement, gathering her navy robes about her like a royal raven swooping down upon its prey. She softly adjusted the wimple about her face tucking away any stray greys. The Queen then made her way over to the balcony, stopping only at a mirror perched on the wall just beside it and wiping away any creases that sat on her face and padding a dab of rouge upon her lips. Presentation was key. Beauty was power. Power was wealth. Father would be proud.

The Queen took a step into the light, greeting the day and her people with a soft warm smile as would a mother to her child crying out for reassurance. This kingdom was her baby and it was sick. There were parasites everywhere and she had to rid the weak little body of them. Starting with the one who stood below her. Beneath her. Not worthy of her time. Yahn stood beside her, a silent shadow, a pillar, some strength.

“Kind friends,” She began “I am sincerely hoping that such a large crowd of you have come with happiness in your hearts. But reading the sadness in your eyes I feel that this desire is not fulfilled. Have I wronged my dear beloved in any way that I draw them with such anger shouting from their souls. Please forgive the mistakes I have made, for every step I have taken is to better your future. Nay, I speak incorrectly, there is no you and I, it is us. I have done what I have to better our future. But please, speak your heart for I am your vessel and I am here to listen and to improve.”

Her voice was soft but carried enough strength to silence the crowd that had been gurgling with resentment. She could see a mix of dirtied faces, all malnourished from a life of unjust poverty. War was needed. War was coming. She couldn’t see her kingdom like this. No mother could see her child starved with calloused hands and haunting eyes.