Five hundred years seemed a long time for there to be only two queens. Accumulating more than twenty chevaliers between the both of them, there were plenty of opportunities for many new queens to be produced. The blue queen learned the hard way when intercourse with her own servant shattered him, and never had a chance with her sister's servant. The red queen, infuriated that her sister would try to court with her sons, fled their birth place to build a grand house in the European style. Her sister followed behind her, and eventually stole the life of her interior designer, a blond French man whose clothes were from the pervious century. Enraged, the red queen proceeded to steal him back, and when the house was completed three years later, she discovered she was with child. It was strange to think that her sister had not discovered sooner that only the servant of a queen's sister could impregnate the other.
The year her servants had grapes planted on the many acres their home resided, her sister got wind of the pregnancy. It was then five years from the day she conceived, and she could feel the sleep coming. Afraid that her sister would destroy what she owned in jealousy, she left the estate–and a great deal of her money-and name to a large family she hired to tend to the grapes and make their famous wine. The future Mr. Goldschmidt kissed her hands, forever swearing loyalty. In fleeing, the red queen made the mistake of writing her sister, and the blue queen gathered her chevaliers to pursue her.
In the end, over a hundred humans lay dead in the wake of twenty-four fighting chiropteran, who killed themselves defending their queen, and three ships lay on the bottom of the ocean. A single life boat drifted up to what she hoped was dry land, but when the red queen crawled out, she promptly fell through the ice. Burn wounds blistered and struggled to heal as she made it back to land, the snow numbing her limbs as she whimpered for her children; the ones inside her and the ones who should be saving her. She lost track of time and could have spent years wondering out in the cold, when eventually, an animal she'd never seen before found her in the blinding white. Weak from hunger, the only damage she was able to inflict was a broken leg to the creature, while it tore a claw across her face. As the beast limped away, the last queen lay bleeding to death. The bones in her face felt shattered, and her body began to take her chiropteran form; and she gently cradled her very pregnant belly. As the light began to fade, and her wounds kept bleeding, she prayed to the gods that someone would find the body before it was too late, and save those whom she could not.
Light.
There was light, followed by voices-human voices. It scared her how long she had been in this grave, the ice and snow forming the cocoon she could not. She found she loved this voice, an elder man with an accent she recognized. The other she didn't trust. With the last bit of strength she possessed, she raised her arms to embrace the man who had answered her prayers. As the life finally left her, she recognized features of her gardener on the angel.