ANON: So Rachel, you've been the Royal Adviser for some time now. That must mean you're usually more closer to the Queens then most, Right? Well, have there been any... incidents, that you remember happening? Maybe something behind closed door, that most would not have seen?

RACHEL: Well, our Queens ARE kind & just rulers. They do their best to keep the kingdom happy, and are - to this day - trying to unite the world as one. Even with the new rebellion, they're usually much more merciful then Theodore.... but, well... There was ONE incident... with Queen Phantom.

RACHEL: *opening the door to the dungeon* My Queen, are you OK? You've been in here for a *horrified surprise* while... now...

-Absentia has her boot on a rebellion prisoner, and King Drye's gun in hand. She has a cold, dead look on her face. It could remind you of a previous ruler's glare. It seems she hasn't taken notice yet of the adviser- -The prisoner is bruised, bloody, and in obvious pain. He already has a bullet wound in both legs. The prisoner is grasping at Tia's boot, struggling (and failing) to get her off of him. It seems they've been at this for a while now-

QUEEN: As much as I enjoy watching you struggle, I’m starting to get tired of these circles. So I’ll ask you once more, and I hope you will not make me repeat myself AGAIN. Where. Is. the Rebellion. Hideout? PRISONER: *grunting in pain* ....FUCK. You.... Queen: *stares at them for a moment before heavily sighing, cocking the gun and aiming the gun at the prisoner’s shoulder* You people never learn, do you? *shoots once* PRISONER: *screams in agony*

-Rachel quickly hides behind the open door, breathing heavily, tears threatening to fall. Her hand covers her mouth, muffling any sobs, and possible scream. She squeezes her eyes shut, hearing more of the Rebellion's screams, before turning around the corner to look back at the Queen-

QUEEN: This is your final warning. Either tell me where the rebellion hideout is, or give me your final words. *Digs her boot into the prisoner’s broken ribs* PRISONER: *through crying in pain* You....You used to be... be one of us.... on our side. Now look at you. You're c-corrupted, just like HIM. The FACADE of a just ruler. *through pained laughter* What's next? You're own L-Loyal Subject? QUEEN: ... *quietly* shut up. PRISONER: He g-got into your head. He t-turned you into one of his p-puppets, ripping our your very heart and soul! You didn't love him... you were OB-OBSESSED with him! You fucking adored him and the ground he walked on! Hell, You BELIEVED him when he said he was a God! QUEEN: *louder, shakily* I said shut up... PRISONER: Even now, he's whis-whispering into your ear. You're still his p-puppet to this day! You'll n-never differ from him... no matter h-how hard you try, "Loyal Subject." *The prisoner has a malicious grin* YOU'RE JUST. LIKE.

HIM!

QUEEN: *Aims the gun right between his eyes, screaming as tears run down her face* I SAID SHUT UP, YOU FILTHY IRREGULAR! 

-The Queen repeatedly shoots the irregular until they are out of bullets. A few empty clicks are heard before she stops, breathing heavily. Tears are still running down her face.- -Tia drops the gun, gasping slightly and covering her mouth. She takes a step back as she starts to realize what she’s just done.-

QUEEN: Wh-What have I... *quiet, small sobs*