The rise of a queen is nothing
compared to the fall
of a queen. I, Blairodius, the fair, was a queen
who sat upon the steps of the Met, my throne,
and ruled a school, my kingdom,
alongside my boyfriend Natius, the King.
But his heart belonged to another
Serene, my best friend, most loyal handmaiden.
So besotted, so trusting was I that I didn't notice
the wool that'd been pulled over my eyes.
Give his heart to her,
sweet Natius did, and divorced his path from mine
on the very night the parents who raised him
fairly cooed at the sight of the family ring upon my hand.
My heart in pieces, my mind fairing worse,
I sought comfort in Chucas, friend to
Natius, Serene and I for as long as eachother.
Comfort me, he did, in the most physical of fashions
not once but twice…
thrice…
mayhaps a fourth time…
But as days passed
and as Chucas and I comforted each other
while hidden in shadows I forgot
about that omnipresent narrator who loved to shed light,
Gossip Girl.
And shed light she did,
not even a week after Natius
came back into the warmth of my arms,
though he left soon after
feeling betrayed by me.
Still, I held my head high,
I walked to the Met,
but sitting down
halfway to the step Penelopes,
once a loyal lady-in-waiting,
spoke:
"No, Blairodius, the ruined,
you cannot keep your own affairs in order,
how are you to arrange the affairs of an entire kingom?"
Then she turned to Little J,
a former minion scorned,
and spoke once again:
"Little J, the fair,
come here; sit beside me,
chat mindlessly,
have some of what I've to eat,
I don't need it."
With a certain hesitation, Little J stepped up.
Seeing that hesitation, I grabbed her,
pulled her to me by her arm,
whispering these threatening words with venom:
"If you leave me now I swear
I will ruin you."
But they were the words of an empty threat
and Little J knew this too. She turned to me
whispered right back:
"And how are you going to manage as much?"
And just like that my kingdom was gone.