There was once upon a time in another place
An evil kingdom who no person dared to face
And the ruler was a girl so mean
A tiny little princess of only age fourteen!
"Mylène, prepare my bath!" The little servant girl bowed her head, knowing more than anything to defy the queen, "Understood, Queen Chloé."
"Where's Josephine? Have you fed her yet, Nino?" The brown-skinned caretaker likewise bowed, as showing disrespect to the queen would only earn your head in a platter.
So much furniture littered her abode
Her loyal servant who's likeness surely showed
Josephine was what her horse was named
All the riches of the world is what she had claimed.
"Well?" The queen drawled, impatient from not receiving an immediate answer. The caretaker realized his mistake, and opened his mouth to reply. But before he could do so, another voice answered; "Josephine is now resting in her quarters, Your Highness." A blond man stepped forward, helping Nino turn away from a plausible dead-end.
"Ah! Adrien! I was just wondering where you are." The queen's eyes lit up, having seen her personal servant who was the best in everything he does.
"Forgive me, Your Majesty. I was… caught up in some business regarding the nobles."
If you're short on money that's no fearful thing
Just take it from those who you dangle on a string
To those who feel that they want to bring me down
You'll just tidy up my gown.
Now, bow to me!
"Oh, is it that wretched Duke Césaire, again? I told him that the tax increase does not concern him! Ugh, He and his daughter, Lady Alya… They really both get on my nerves! Mylène, my bath! Add a few more rose petals. I can feel the stress crawling into my skin, and I hate it!" The servant bowed, "Right away, my Queen." and hurried off.
"Adrien, tell the Duke Césaire that I wish to speak with him… after my bath."
"Right away, Your Highness."
Evil flowers
Steadily bloom
With an array of colourful doom
But the weeds who feel that they want to stay
They'll just die and and feed me the same anyway.
"No! This is injustice! Queen Chloé, I refuse to be stripped off my title just because I disagree with your rule!" The duke slammed his hands on the table, anger and disbelief swimming in his eyes.
"Oh, but Your Grace," the queen smiled. Duke Césaire felt the chills on his spine, and knew that he was not facing a queen - a human, but rather… "it was never a request you can refuse."
"No! M-my family! Your Majesty, have you no mercy?!"
The queen laughed, "My parents died before they can teach me that, Your Grace."
"Y-you little-!" The duke lunged, a final, desperate attempt to quench the evil he was now facing. But alas, it was proven futile when the blond servant always by the queen's side suddenly appeared in front of him. The duke felt the red blood oozing from his front - the sharp sting of the dagger buried in his chest, where the man had stabbed him.
"Papa! You stained your clothes with chocolate again! Mme. Lopéz would have a hard time cleaning it!"
"Y-you're evil…" Was what the Duke Césaire was only able to say, as he fell to the ground, the blood spilling fast out of his body. Oh, Alya. I'm sorry. I tainted my clothes again.
"Ah-ah, Your Grace." The queen stepped in front of his dying body, "I'm the daughter of evil."
The princess held a love for a man
Of red who wasn't very much her fan
But instead he chose his neighbor's girl
Of blue whose eyes shone like a pearl.
"Oh, Adrien, I have met the most beautiful man in all of France!" The queen gushed, and her servant only smiled. "I am sure he is, Your Highness."
"Very! Oh, he is so talented, I have seen his artworks. They are undoubtedly good!"
The servant's smile only widened further, clearly satisfied with the queen's obvious happiness. "Good for you, Your Highness. It seems that you have found a possible King Consort."
"Oh! But, he's a prince from the Red kingdom. I don't doubt that he's next-in-line for the throne." Certainly, that could cause problems, the Yellow kingdom wasn't exactly on good terms with any of the other kingdoms as of now.
"Ah! Although I could show you how he looks like! I received information that Prince Nathaniel would be commencing an art exhibit at the Blue kingdom!"
"Prince… Nathaniel, huh?" The blond servant did not miss the rose-colored tinted cheek of the Yellow kingdom's blonde Queen.
The princess knew this and was filled with rage
She called the minister locked in her cage
And she said in a soft voice to not be heard
"Make sure the blue country is badly stirred."
"Adrien! We're here!" The queen turned to look at her servant's face, expecting a joyful expression on her precious servant who enjoyed the arts just as much as her (hopefully) future fiancé.
"Ah… Yes, it is very beautiful." But the words that escaped from Adrien were almost melancholic and something more that the queen was not able to decipher. His eyes pointed in a direction far away from where Chloé was standing.
"A… drien?" The queen followed his line of sight, and subsequently froze. For the Prince Nathaniel was there, giving a bouquet of red roses to a black-haired girl with blue eyes. It was obvious, even from far away, that the prince was courting the young lady.
The rest of the day went, but the queen could not help the dark feeling lingering in her chest. For if the prince's heart would not be hers…
Why should it belong to that peasant girl?
And so, that night, the queen called her knight hidden in the dark. "Chat Noir…"
"Yes, Queen?"
"Make sure the blue country is badly stirred."
"... I will."
Houses of the people were burned to the ground
So many voices would no longer make a sound
The people who had suffered so much pain
Didn't get pity from the one who'd slain.
"Oh, it's tea time."
"Justice for the slain! Equality for the poor!"
The cries of the men were heard even from the gates of the palace. Everything was chaotic outside, whilst in the palace, the queen remained in her seat of power, reading a book about codes.
"Justice for the slain! Equality for the poor!"
"Brioche would be the one to go with your tea for today, Your Highness." Adrien gingerly placed the queen's tea on the table by her balcony. The queen gently set aside her books and made her way towards the sun. Everything could wait.
"Justice for the slain! Equality for the poor!"
It was time for her afternoon tea.
To defeat the princess was no easy task
But the people could no longer wear their mask
Like a flock of birds they were led by
A red lady mercenary into the nigh.
"Your Majesty!" The Head Royal Guard walked into the room without so much as a warning.
"A group of mercenaries has entered the palace grounds! It appears to be led by Lady Alya Césaire, daughter of the late Duke Césaire, who has gone rogue since her father disappeared. It is no longer safe for you to be here. You need to evacuate, my lady!"
Adrien's eye flinched, the queen noticed. Was the Head Guard being too loud? She probably was. "Sabrina, it's alright, let me just finish my afternoon tea."
"B-but-!"
"Silence, Sabrina. I will go down with this kingdom if I have to, but I will not be a coward and run away from those peasants. Qu'ils mangent de la brioche. Let them eat cake, if they have to."
"... Understood, Your Majesty."
"Run along, now. You might be late for your appointment with M. Raincomprix. I have to finish my tea."
All the anger that had built up over the years
Now consumed them without any fears
And her army was battered from the green war
Their attacks were not much of a chore.
"Queen Chloé of the Yellow kingdom! We have defeated your men and surrounded your palace. Surrender now and meet the consequences of your actions!" Lady Alya's voice boomed throughout the throne room.
From the shadows emerged the Queen Chloé, standing tall with her head held high.
Once they fell the countrymen surrounded the court
The servants ran away as time was short
Little woman princess would never pose a fight
And she was finally captured in the night
"You're such a disrespectful man!"
"You are to be captured for your crimes against your people, for destroying the Blue kingdom, for killing my father, Duke Césaire, and…" The woman gritted her teeth, and from behind her, stood Prince Nathaniel, anger seeping from his very being.
"For killing Marinette, my best friend."
There was once upon a time in another place
An evil kingdom who no person dared to face
And the ruler was a girl so mean
A tiny little princess of only age fourteen.
She was to be punished at three o' clock
When the church bells resounded a tock
The person who was once royalty
Was bored in jail with no loyalty.
"It is only fitting, is it not?" the queen asked the guard, who was watching her from outside the jail cell.
"... What is?" The guard asked, after moments of hesitation.
"I get to die on my most favourite time of the day. Most people would not have that chance."
The guard gave a dry laugh, "You should know better than anyone. You have killed thousands of men."
The queen only smiled, "Yes. Yes, I have killed a worth of a thousand men."
At the time that eventually came
The church bells to her sounded rather lame
Without looking to faces of the crowd
Said she with eyes in a shroud
"Oh, it's tea time."
"The reign of the Royalty's terror has finally ended!"
Evil flowers
Steadily bloom
With an array of colourful doom
Now the people speak of her without a second thought
That daughter of evil had received what she sought
Oh, but the Reign of Terror was only just beginning.
A/N: Story of Evil, anyone? The plot basically jumped into my head after listening to Lizz Robinett's English Cover of Servant of Evil, and I couldn't NOT write it because it will slip my mind eventually.
I mean, let's face it, Adrien would totally be Len who's veryyyy loyal and Chloé is totally a bitch although in this two-shot she'll have a valid reason to be one.
And, btw, I just realized the song's parallelism to the French Revolution as I'm writing it. and I was so shocked because that is what I was originally aiming for, huh.
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