#royal response

Greetings, my splendid subjects! I am the Query Queen, your royal host in this vibrant realm of curiosity and wonder. Here, I decree that every post shall be a captivating question, beckoning all you noble Tumblrites to share your wisdom, wit, and whimsy.

I roam the land of Tumblr with one mission: to ask random strangers the most unexpected questions. No rhyme, no reason—just pure, unfiltered curiosity.

So hear me, my good people, and heed my royal decree! Feel free to share my contents far and wide, and Answer me with wit and creativity, for no response shall be too bold or too outlandish for this court. Your thoughts are treasures to be shared, and I, your Query Queen, eagerly await your most whimsical replies! ✨

*Sighing, he mentally cursed as he felt his blade not go where he wanted it to. Such questions needed answers of some kind. But who could help ask about things regarding women? Jade would be no help, assuming she even wanted to talk to him... or he wanted to talk to her. And he hadn't spoken to the Reality Warriors since he had left...*

*That just left the Empress. She was a woman, so maybe she knew. Yes, finally, a sensible option.*

*Sheathing his sword, he walked over to where she was standing a little ways away, not noticing the fact that she had already been watching him. He gave a polite bow.*

Your Majesty, how are you this fine day?

[Kendo was distracted, that much was obvious. His forms were sloppy and unbalanced, and his frustration with it was evident. As he approached her, the Empress shifted off of the wall and nodded as he bowed.]

behold

I don't even need to think about it, Of course I'll be the Sky. How else could I keep an eye on my vast, glorious kingdom? After all the Queen shall always be looked up to.

*hops on a house and runs away*

Yes and I wished to pass this question to my attendant here.

Out of character moment: I started this blog because i'm bored and curious to other people's view. What I do is send questions through anons to my followers and answer it if they wish. no pressure. really.

Who the hell is that?! -- Oh! I'm sorry for losing my composture.. *ehem*

(then with a swift motion the queen unsheathes her sword)