The Glorious Queen

  And here she was, still and quiet, resting peacefully and alone, in this little corner of the world, where she could admire and guard her vast domains, and the countless vassals who yearned for her presence and figure. And yet, trouble found its way towards her, like a black frog in the hideous rain, seduced by the heavenly beauty she exuded. Why was it so arduous to be so desired and loved?

  Suddenly, darkness fell upon our Queen. Her golden eyes opened to meet the author of this alteration, and she trembled at the horrendous sight presented before her. High above, inside the towering darkness of doom that enclosed her, carmine eyes were staring down upon her, red like the blood it ran through her. This entity was unknown to her, but she felt the desire and danger emanating from that dreadful gaze. Her instincts flared, and she drew back, crouching her bare and defenseless body, making herself as small and round as her being would allow.

  She opened her little mouth to protest, and to warn the dark menace to stay away. But fear had taken over her; a feeble and pathetic moan was all that she could say. It was a cry for help, or for the darkness to forgive her. And in the face of this woeful and humiliating display of submission, the carmine eyes smiled with enjoyment; evil and spiteful those teeth were to her.

  From the dark, a pale and devious hand rose and hovered above her. The carmine eyes observed her, waiting for what she would do at this test. Will she run or bend? The eyes awaited the answer. She observed the eyes, feeling cornered and overwhelmed; helpless at what cruelty the eyes had devised for her, and too afraid to run away.

  She lamented her present situation. Sweet and pleasant, she had been sleeping, unaware of the danger that was creeping towards her. Stealthy and silent, the eyes had appeared before her, like an afternoon shadow slipping across the floor. Patiently they had awaited for her eyes to close, and her guard to drop, and thus begin this torment.

  The carmine eyes glowed, and the devious hand began to fall. Time flew slowly as her tiny heart beat faster and faster. Her eyes opened wide, mouth dried, and ears flattened. She crouched lower, burrowing her body against the cushion where she lay, a pathetic attempt to avoid the fatal touch. She looked at the coming hand with dread. Imagining the pain that was to come, she moaned a pitiful and soft cry of clemency.

  The hand stopped, and backed away.

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  This event surprised her, for how easily the tormentor had forgiven her. She looked at the carmine eyes for answers. The desire had vanished, for concern had now taken over them; pure and honest concern for her. She watched the eyes for a long time; surprised and intrigued, she felt. Her golden eyes shone, reflecting the sad face of the young man in front of her. Then, clarity came to her, and the dark clouds of her mind and heart dispersed, blown away by the winds of reasoning. She now understood what was happening and how awfully wrong she had been. She blamed her sudden awakening and the dizziness that came with it.

  She knew that expression, those tearful eyes and sad lips, which now bloomed on the young man's face. Many times she had seen them before, in those who came to her bringing gifts, as they bowed and smiled, looking to please her. But she was of a capricious heart, and often her response was cruel rejection or complete disregard of their presence and worship. So they all wept and begged on their knees for her approval, since their greatest joy was for her to acknowledge them, and to be allowed to serve her, and to caress her, and to love her, for she was The Glorious Queen of this domain.

  And so, her majesty made her resolve. In another time, she would have had the young man expelled from her land for his rudeness in awakening her from her nap, but she resolved to be clement and thus forgave him. A blessing she thought to bestow upon him instead. Grateful, he should be for this honor, so desired by many.

  She closed her eyes and gracefully raised her head, as her whole body relaxed. It was her way to tell him that he was allowed to touch her. The young man, the admirer, then proceeded to pet her. His touch was careful and timid, slow and soft. He laughed jovially when she purred in response. They remained like this for a while, in this blissful haven of happiness and joy.

  And then, a white and celestial light enveloped her majesty’s body, and the young admirer stood stunned by such a miracle, feeling how his words choked in his mouth, and fear ran through his entrails, and all around him voices and cries of jealousy and envy resounded. The voices cried out to the world and to the heavens and to anyone who might hear them, how unfair life can be, that a mere newcomer, a young man from unknown roots and lands, managed to receive the favor of their beloved Queen.

  The air became warm and pleasant, and the cold sound of the falling rain vanished from this corner of existence, where the Queen and her admirer lay together in this precious moment, unaware of the tumult happening about them.

  And here lay our majesty, The Glorious Queen; sloth, serene, and loved by the lad in front of her, another surrender of her gaze, joining the many who had fallen for her grace and beauty.

  Short and gray was her fur, which felt as soft as the velvet she sat upon; golden and lofty were her eyes, which she used to gaze the domain to her bestow; and mellow and contagious was her purr, which had the power to make everyone bow, and yield, and obliged, as they smiled, like Sam…

  As he caressed the gray cat.