The light in your eyes taunt me
They insult my people
The darkness lord has come to protect us
Our Queen is ready to attack
The underwear was right there, then I heard foot steps, the clacking of Reaver's familiar feet. "Hello, Morgan," he smirked, his Dragonstomper .42 in his hand. "Take the underwear to her. I'm too tired to deal with you."
"Reaver is at the door, Ma'am. I suggest you see him, your highness, he looks.. tiresome." I thanked my maid and stalked to the door, still wearing my pigamas. "What is it?" I demanded, seeing his face. "You're in your pijamas!" he said, covering a laugh. "Your in your top hat. Your point? Whatever you came for, meet me in the throne room. The guards will take you there." I rushed to my room and got on my practical suit and rushed to the throne room. "You may speak." Reaver walked slowly up to me, taking something out of his pocket and knelt onto his knees. "Try to answer this.." he said looking up at me, smirking, "Will you marry me?" Everyone gasped. "Really, Reaver? You're going to look like a complete idiot if I answer that question," I smirked at him.