The Queen sat upon her throne, looking out to her subjects in the large rippling marble hall of her throne room, sunlight spilling in through the large white-stained window panes. The room was quiet and so was she. As much as she did love the title, she hadn't always been a Queen. Firstly she was Ophanimon of the Ominous Ones, chosen by the Angelic Guardians to govern the Digital World in fairness. When she had taken on the manse of Queen, no one batted an eye; her fairness and loyalty to the Digital World were legendary, and everyone felt it was a good decision. They followed her willingly, loving her as one loved a figure out of legend; blindly. Fair she had ruled, fair she had treated her subjects. Then she cut off all communication with between their Digital World and the parallel Earths where the humans came from. She did this after having had what she believed to be a prophetic dream, showing the humans destroying the Digital World in much the same manner they seemed to be destroying their own worlds, using up the resources and giving nothing back.
The prophetic dreaming was a trait she shared with another of the Ominous Ones, Babamon. Doubtless Baba had seen this coming as well, and Ophanimon had no doubts as well that they should have summoned destined warriors to come and deal with her and her extreme reaction. She wished they would have just come and talked to her, to ask her why instead of coming to attack, but there had stood Lord Holy Angemon and Cherubimon, the Angelic Guardians who'd charged her with governing. Instead of asking her why, asking her what scared her to the point she would seal them off from the other worlds, they had demanded she undo it and threatened her if she did not. They also did not listening to a word she had to say, cutting her off mid-sentence and insisting she reopen the worlds. Eventually she'd decided it would be better if they were just out of the way, and she managed to capture them and lock them in her dungeon in a room designed to sap their energy and keep them docile. A thing she hated having to do, but also felt was necessary.
These subjects she stared out into, they were afraid and they were confused, and she meant to try and ease their minds. The speech she had just given about the humans being dangerous and this block being needed, her subjects weren't sure how to take it, she could see it in their myriad faces, could feel it in the energy of the room itself. They would, however, spread the words she had spoken here across the lands, and that was enough for now, even if they didn't fully believe what she had said to them.
She had been thinking about the destined warriors a lot lately, wondering if they would oppose her or not. She had been thinking about the destined warriors when she had felt a shift in the Digital World that felt like her seal shifting. Since then, however, she had not seen nor heard of any humans in their world, and so she had written it off as nothing. Still, her mind went back to it occasionally, and she yearned for the truth of it.
Dismissing her subjects, Ophanimon stood and as they were milling out of her massive throne room she stood and stretched out her back and shoulders. As was usual, she was in her green armor, her lance in one hand and her shield laying against her throne. She lifted it now, and made her way up to her own chambers where she sat in front of a mirror, contemplating her decision further.