Disclaimer: I still don't own Kirby.
The crowd were jeering the fallen Taranza and bringing out pitchforks. Queen Sectonia felt sick to her stomach.
'Stop!' she cried.
But her subjects ignored her. They were too busy whaling on him.
'You deceived us, brat!' shouted one who had been Taranza's former best friend.
Sectonia was a peaceful ruler, but at this point, she snapped.
'How could you do this to your friend? How could you just turn on him like that?' she screamed.
'Because he betrayed us! He's Halcandran!' yelled a Popstarian named Frederick.
'I've been thinking of ending this feud! Guards! Bring them to jail!'
'Th…thank you, my lady.' Taranza weakly said. 'But why do we hate the Halcandrans? They seem nice enough people.'
'Because when I was a little girl, my father sought to expand his empire. He was a power-hungry maniac who tried to control everyone and everything. When his wife, a Halcandran, found out, she deserted him. It seems wrong to say it, but I'm glad he's gone.'
'Wait a minute…' started Taranza.
'Yes. That means I'm a Flalcandran too. But…please don't tell.'
'Your secret is safe with me, my lady.'
'Oh, Taranza?'
'Yes, my lady?'
'I…I…'
'Come on then. There's no need to be shy.'
'I love you.'
'And I love you too, Sectonia.'
It was their three-week anniversary as a couple when Taranza brought in a huge mirror.
'Thank you, dear Taranza.' said Sectonia.
But as she gazed inside, the shadow of Dark Meta Knight lunged at her, amplifying her vanity.
And the rest is history.