High up on a hill somewhere in a country far, far away, there is this huge castle. Not many people have seen it; it's well hidden from the nearby cities. The castle is white and pure with mint green and light blue details. From afar, the effect is simply magical.
The castle belongs to the royal family of Twitteria. The family had been on the throne for hundreds of years and many, many years to come.
The beautiful queen, Morgan of Twitteria, was sat on her throne in one of the high towers. Her brown, wavy hair was resting on her shoulders and the skirt of her long, light blue dress fell, much like a waterfall, down the throne and onto the shining wooden floor. She was resting her chin on her hand, waiting. She repeatedly threw quick glances out the window, but no one seemed to arrive.

"Is there a problem, your majesty?"

A tall guard with long brown hair took a few steps forward and knelt in front of the throne, looking up at the worried queen as he spoke.

"No, thank you," the queen looked down at the guard and smiled slightly. "I am just, waiting."

"Alright, Queen Morgan, but tell me if you need anything."

"Certainly, thank you, Blane."

Blane bowed, walked back to the door and joined the rest of the guards in their silent wait for whoever, or whatever, the queen was waiting for.

After a couple of minutes, a loud knock could be heard on the door to the room.

"That must be her!" the queen exclaimed and pointed at the door. "Peter, Ben, would you go open?"

Two of the other guards stepped out of the line and silently opened the huge door. The doors were strangely graceful for their size.
When they were completely opened, a woman walked in. She had long, dark hair and was wearing a top-hat. Her eyes were sparkling and her cutesy skirt danced around her legs as she skipped towards the queen.

"Ah, welcome, Hatter!" the queen greeted and smiled widely. "We've been waiting for you."

"Sorry for the delay, my queen," Hatter smiled apologetically. "Your castle is rather hard to find."

"No worries, my dear," Morgan said. "I'm just glad you're here. What is it that you needed to tell me?"

Hatter quickly stopped looking around the majestic room and looked at the queen, who looked amused.

"Oh, right," Hatter blushed slightly. "There are good news and bad news."

"Let's hear the good ones first," Morgan said and waved at Ben and Peter to close the doors again, this would probably take a while.

"So, the good news are that we won the battle against Haterania," Hatter spoke quickly and nervously. "Only 5 soldiers lost."

Silence fell over the room. Morgan nodded and smiled at the girl, "And?"

Hatter took a deep breath and was just about to say something when the huge golden doors were opened for the second time. The guards, who were stood in front of it, were brutally pushed away when the gate was kicked it in. A tall blue-haired girl walked into the big room with long, almost floating steps. She wore goggles on her forehead and had a big, confident smile on her face when she walked up to the thrones.

"THE KING," she said, crossing her arms and smiling confidently, "HAS ARRIVED."