Dawn of a New Queen 2010 (Summer Repercussions)

Oh REALLY?? You are TIRED? It was exhausting to watch her? Try having to BE her. As I have had to for years.

Once again, The Queen was under fire. It looked as if she was fleeing, running away again after a bloody slashing of roses as she barreled past. Once again, and across the land, it was heard the orders for heads to roll.

She was eager to be heard this time, eager to defend her "honor" as it was mocked. Her own vested interests in such a love story? Well. this time it may be seen. Maybe it held weight, who she was in humor. Or better, in hindsight.
Just MAYBE she didn't have cloven hooves and a blackened heart.

Her simple, dwindling monarchy at hand, she eagerly met the ladies for lunch. The ladies felt pretty, happy and confident. The ladies all thought of an alliance, an out from the gossip and sludge. The trumpets were at hand, and the graciousness was genuine, heartfelt, and certainly exceeding in expectations. The date was a rollicking connection between the ladies at the table. All a little afraid of the truth.

And It hurt The Queen, this discord. In order to defend her own heart, she would be taken as a warrior of no reward or regard.
She was the vilified intrusion AGAIN. What she KNEW was a familiar dalliance had turned into a dangerous fracas. Dangerous in that the warfare would victimize the most innocent. The Queen was not only involved but indicted with no testimony.

Suffice a deposition would only render hurt on Her. She who was duly noted as the One. The One, The Queen was unmistakenably NOT.

The Queen was energetic and entertaining in her uninterrupted and finely tuned banter. Quick witted, easy to listen to and feel included in with. She was interested and instigating, you let her in and offered information easily. Many felt intruded upon, but what the ladies at the table felt was warm, funny, and true. Moreover, after decades of riot and reign, the ladies at the table knew when it was reciprocated. And the two were worrisome that the other was less villian than victim than hoped.

For the Queen to have also uncovered the attempted coup among her inner circle was crushing. Suggested and proven to within a doubt, The Queen felt powerless to the untruths already cemented. Alas, she was now in a quandary, as to fight or abdicate.
There turned no need for battle, for the two at the table broke bread in kind and kissed goodbye for now.

I see The Queen also wounded, which is rare. Noble and honest was she when it made her look a FOOL. She grudgingly gave a damn about the whole thing, including him.
Ugly and uncomfortable as the lunch was, it was also lovely. As the ladies left, I felt them pleasantly safe, yet heavily wrought.

Off with HIS head.