He glanced around the throne room. The queen wasn't there, but there was a guard.
"Why hello there. Would you be so kind as to point me in the direction of the queen? I've been given permission to speak to her."
The guard pointed her greatsword at him, and said "And what would a voe like you want to see her for anyways? Assasination? Small talk?"
Now, he had to admit that he hadn't thought through a guard asking him this, despite it being very logical for one to do so. To be fair, he hadn't "thought" anything in a couple hundred thousand years. He responded by saying "That is the business of me and the queen. But if it makes you feel better, I'd be fine with you accompanying me. Unless guarding that chair is too important, of course."
He was surprised to see that that had worked. He was only intending for that to stall her, but she clenched her teeth and forced out a "Fine." As she led him outside and up some stairs, he caught a view of the desert. So much had been destroyed thanks to him. He couldn't exactly control himself, but he was glad to see that most of it could be repaired. Of course, he could just build on top of it, or maybe- He felt something poke him. The guard had used her sword to get his attention. "The Queen is inside. I will be right outside, so don't try anything." She glared at him. He glared back and responded with "But of course. Thank you." He walked into the room, which he was immediately confused by. There were dolls, a diary, and a very colorful bed, but what confused him most of all was the little girl sitting in the bed. She immediately looked up at him, and froze.
She quickly went back to a bold expression as to not show weakness (as he guessed). "Hello there, your Highness, I presume?"
"Sav'sabba, voe. What idiot guard decided to let you in here?"