"Ma'am, what shall be her fate?" The woman looked around the dark room of 60 or so rebellions. Her eyes struggled to stay open; adrenaline that was present before had completely worn off. She eyed each man critically, distinguishing each expression of distress, pride, and unmistakable loss. They all shared the burning desire to see the 14 year old girl's blood spilt on the tainted pavement of this labyrinth of a kingdom. She had no right to deprive the warriors of this; the woman herself wanted revenge. She sighed and slowly stood up, her cunning crimson eyes cutting through every man's soul.

"At three o'clock, when the church bell rings, she will be executed."

Every weary warrior and distressed villager attended the execution sight at three o'clock. Cheers floated through the air, but so did deafening anxiety which hung over the crowd like the black plague. The figure was in the mechanism which threatened to take their life. They shut their eyes, and imagined the chime laugh of the one they treasured most.

Our fate was ripped in two,

By the church bells which sounded,

The adults took us away,

To our destiny we are bounded

And from that day forth

I promised to serve you, my Queen

With every ounce of my strength

I will fulfill your every need

The Servant and the Princess

I fell in love with the little green one

Faintly smiling as she had so much fun

We both shared that hidden pain

And met at night in the misty rain

But if the princess wants her dead

To her I am in debt

For she is the princess

And I am the servant

The destined twins

The passion so fervent

The Servant and the Princess

They all craved her death

My beautiful sister

I couldn't let that happen

So I decided to switch her

The Servant and the Princess

She cried and she begged

"Don't do this my brother"

I kissed her brow and whispered

"For my sister, and no other"

The Servant and the Princess

And so it approached

My final hour

My sister wrapped in a dark cloak

Holding a… flower?

I heard their screams

Of joy and pride

I stared at my sister;

I watched as she cried

The Servant and the Princess

I heard many noises:

The whispering trees

The wonderful sea

The villager's glee;

I swore I could foresee

The church bell striking three

And when it did I said,

"Oh look, time for tea."

The Servant and the Princess

Our fate was ripped in two,

By the church bells which had sounded,

Even up to my final breath,

To our destiny, we were bounded

After the beheading of the queen, the leader of the rebellion walked back into the marble throne room, only to find a flash of yellow hair and a crumpled chrysanthemum. She had a slight idea of what had transpired, but, to be honest, she was ex-haus-TED, and she knew investigating any further would just cause more problems.
Besides, to everyone else, the queen was dead and her sins forgiven. She grinned devilishly and patted the cushioned throne chair. And so, after ordering a chef to prepare some brioche (for some unexplainable reason she had quite the craving) she sat down in the throne chair and though for a second,

"What they don't know won't hurt them."

Hey, guys! I figured I'd re-post this since I deleted it by mistake. I also edited and added some stuff in.
I'm also working on a Vocaloid crackfic based off of Servant of Evil, so I'll definitely be back soon, especially since summer's on it's way.