This may have been viewed as a sign of a weak ruler yet, nothing had fazed the current Queen which had been proven with much force and brutality. She had shown the cold hands she would not hesitate to deliver to those who oppose her will. All of these defined Her Majesty without fallacious rumors. It is also one of the many reasons she had been given by her people many unofficial titles such as Pink Devil, Queen Terror, Beautiful Menace and so on. A beauty to behold yet a persona to be feared. Her Majesty, Medlimar certainly does not hide this with fake pleasantries.
A gush of the night wind entered the solemn room. The small candle used as a source of illumination flickered ever so slightly as the Queen stood from her desk. It would seem that the window had been left ajar that allow the passage of the fleeting air. Approaching with much elegance as she had been raised with, she caught the glimpse of the Kingdom she holds upon her hands. A smile made its way to her lips as a glint of violent ambition could be seen within her sapphire blue eyes. Opening the windows fully, she allowed the breeze to envelop her in a cold embrace. Her long pink hair was gently played by the wind making her appear to be an ethereal being.
"This is all mine and no one would take this away from me."
With that said into the depth of the night, she closed her windows and returned to her desk as she picked one parchment. It was about the current dragon songstress that had been sent as a sacrifice. There was no need to wrap the purpose of having many girls sent to their death with heroism. They were nothing more but pawns in subduing the Dragon until she gain the upper hand. With that in mind, she placed the document that proved the existence of said girl within the flame of the candle. Soon enough, it was engulfed in flames and turned into ashes.
"This is just the beginning of the true revolution."