ملكة

You’ve been ignoring me as of late, my darling Aimee, so I wasn’t given any other option. No need to fight for my affections when you already have them.

Everyone knows that distance makes the heart grow fonder, darling. you would get bored of my face if you saw it each and every day. You should tell that to the droves of women that would knock your door down to see a glimpse of your perfect abs.

Are you kidding, I deserve a damn key to the town for my efforts which won’t go to waste.

Which eyeshadow should I go with? Bougie black like our damned souls or ruby red for infamy?

That, you do, darling.

I won’t be the girl caught dead with a bad hair and make-up day only to be made the butt of a joke in said history books. Just force the sexually horny adolescents to have no choice but to share an interest in the subject. Win-win.

You’d be doing the public education system a service, really. You should get a medal for your service.

And yet, whose eye is it I’m trying to purposefully catch by tempting fate? There you are at the front of the pack, Aims, leading the hungry charge.

Baby, you don’t have to take your shirt off to get my attention. I’m the front of the pack because I need to fight everyone else off.

Not saying that we aren’t going to be decimated, but I may as well look nice.

Oh honey, I get it. You never know when you are gonna get your picture taken and put into history books. Might as well be the hot bitch that teens have wet dreams about when they have to study history.

I can’t seem to step a foot from the porch without any of the gawking.

You not wanting to be gawked at with your shirt off is like leaving a slab of meat in front of starving dogs.

So your plan is to spend the next few… however long it is, wasted out of your mind?

You should try it, it’s absolutely fun.

Not everyone can be so fun.

Darling, that’s why alcohol was made. It makes everything and everyone more fun. Pretty much everyone was wasted back in the day.

A compliment coming from the queen herself, you can imagine how outrageously gorgeous our children would be. My dalliances may be too preoccupied with each other’s wrath as I am a treasure to be fought over. Now, Aimee my love, I would show you just how much I missed you, but then I would ruin that pretty little ensemble you’re wearing. I do have sharp teeth.

Oh, trust me, honey, I know. If I could still have kids I would have jumped all over you first time we met. A national treasure and an endless tease? Trystan, don’t threaten me with a good time. I’ve got all the money in the world to buy clothes, so why stop at teeth?

They don’t appreciate my chiseled features half as deliciously as you do, babe. Oh, worried about a little friendly competition by the gals and guys who cannot resist my charms? No, the only person I spend my free time with is you, Aimeecakes. Who knew you missed me so.

Helping run a pack that won’t miss my absence for one night, sweetheart. Who said I’m alone right now, hm, when you are in my company?

I’ll party with you all you like, Aimee.

Trystan, darling, where have you been hiding? Not drowning your sorrows all by your lonesome, I hope.

I never have a perpetually scowling face. Maybe internally as of late, which I realize makes zero sense.

I’m trying to stick to a diet. I’ll have four.

I think your internal is spilling externally, but I have heard that my cookies do wonders for a person’s mood.

Alcohol seemed necessary.

If there is one thing I am grateful for in a long life is the fact that alcohol has gotten so much better.

Oh, for god’s sake, just give me one of those.

Have two, darling, you look like you need it.