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I ambled down the hallway towards my office.

The Queen of Hearts stepped out of the bathroom, humming a sad old tune I believed to be something along the lines of Tom Dooley. She turned and saw me, gave a frightened gasp, and ran back into the Ladies Room. I stood there for a few moments, chuckling as I heard her flushing the toilet repeatedly.

After standing there for a little while, I made quite a sound of walking away, so she would come out.

Now at the end of the corridor, I opened my door and strolled over to my desk. I then plopped myself down in my red leather chair and opened up a folder labeled, "Grimm, Veronica." I flipped through the pages idly, every so often stopping to study a paragraph or two. I laughed to myself after scanning a particular article stating Veronica had taught at a crocodile-wrestling class.

Ah, I thought to myself, I would give anything to have lead a decent life like she did… peaceful, sweet, charming… a husband, kids…

But I knew that would never become a reality for me.

I used to rule the world,

Seas would rise when I gave the word,

Now in the morning I sleep alone,

Sweep the streets I used to own...

Not now.

I'd given that hope up a long, long time ago. I knew I could never go back to being a regular old Everafter. I knew I could ever go back to being just someone in the crowd, just a follow in the government's corporate hands.

Not now.

One minute I held the key,

Next the walls will close on me,

And I discovered that my castles stand,

Upon pillars of salt, pillars of sand...

No one outside our association would ever depend upon me the way people trusted Veronica Grimm. Veronica Grimm was admired by all, trusted by her family, and painstakingly lovely.

I could never become that.

Not now.

For some reason I can't explain,

Once you go there was never,

Never an honest word,

But that was when I ruled the world...

I was feared. I placed panic into the hearts of others. The fiercest warriors recoiled at the sight of me. No one outside my closest cloven of cohorts trusted me in the slightest.

I was, in essence, the opposite of Veronica Grimm.

Revolutions wait

For my head on a silver plate,

Just a puppet on a lonely string,

Oh, who would ever want to be king?

Except for one vital fact: our secrets.

We both held ultimate secrets from those closest to us. I was aware that Veronica was in league with Everafters, helped them all she could; all without telling her family. I held a secret, too.

I didn't want to be in my position. No one knew that. I knew people who would murder their spouses in order to be in my situation. And I simply couldn't give up my job, not when I had gotten so far in the plan already.

Not now.

For some reason I can't explain,

I know Saint Peter won't call my name,

Never an honest word,

But that was when I ruled the world...

I had to give up so much already. I couldn't give up now.

For I am The Ugly Duckling, the leader of the Scarlet Hand.