It took a lot of fast talking on Riff Raff's part, but he finally convinced the Lord Chamberlain to allow him to address the Queen. Now he found himself in the Throne Room, in the presence of the Queen for the very first time. Frank was unmistakably his mother's son. A beautiful woman, her coloring was much like her son's…dark, curly hair falling down her back, hazel eyes and a porcelain complexion. Golden robes, gathered at her waist, complemented her perfect figure. She looked at Riff Raff with cool curiosity.
"I have been informed by the Lord Chamberlain you have a matter of the utmost importance and urgency to share with me."
Riff Raff bowed. "Yes, Your Majesty. It is my sad duty to report that one of your most trusted servants, His Highness's manservant, Rocky, is attempting to sell information about the Prince to the tabloid press."
The Queen looked shocked. "Surely you're mistaken. Rocky is very much devoted to my son. I cannot begin to imagine he would ever betray Frank in such a fashion."
Riff Raff took care to put a suitably mournful expression on his face. "Believe me, Your Majesty, I would be delighted to be wrong. However, I'm afraid that isn't the case. I was going to my room when I passed Rocky's. His door was slightly ajar, and I could hear a conversation he was having on his private audio transducer. Apparently he and the Prince have been lovers for some time, and Rocky was assuring the person he was speaking with that he had managed to acquire a great deal of highly confidential, and quite startling, information about the Prince during the course of their relationship. He said he would be willing to share that information, along with intimate details of their sexual encounters, in exchange for a large sum of money and transport to a safe harbor where he would not be subject to the laws of Transsexual."
The Queen paled. Suddenly she saw Frank's behavior in an entirely new light. She had thought Frank denied having fallen in love due to an excess of pride; she now realized his denial stemmed from the knowledge she would disapprove of his falling in love with a servant.
Finally, she found her voice. "Did he mention what any of this 'highly confidential and quite startling' information might be?"
Riff Raff was delighted she'd asked that question, as it would enable him to "prove" the validity of his accusation beyond the shadow of any doubt. He deliberately paused, trying to appear reluctant to even discuss such confidential matters. "He would only mention one thing…that the Prince's younger sister is still alive, and is being cared for in the Palace."
With well-hidden satisfaction, Riff Raff watched an expression of utter horror cross the Queen's face, to be quickly replaced by incandescent rage. In a voice of deadly calm, she said, "Thank you, Riff Raff. You shall be suitably rewarded for this information. I shall see to it that Rocky is suitably rewarded as well."
After this pronouncement, Riff Raff was dismissed. He returned to his room, almost overwhelmed by the feeling of triumph coursing through his body. He'd done it…he'd finally found a way to change his life. He knew his days of menial labor were over. With luck, and the newfound power this revelation would undoubtedly give him, he would be able to change Magenta's life as well. The Queen's lady's maid was due to retire shortly. Perhaps he could use his influence to get the position for his beloved sister.
Later that night, he heard someone pounding on Rocky's door. Going to his own door and opening it slightly, he watched as Rocky opened his door and stared in confusion at the guard standing there.
The guard spoke. "You have been sentenced to death for attempting to disseminate personal information about Crown Prince Frank N Furter to the media. The sentence is to be carried out immediately. Come with me."
Rocky was momentarily frozen with astonishment and terror. "What are you talking about? I've done no such thing!"
The guard was unmoved. "Apparently there is more than sufficient evidence that you did. I told you, come with me." At this, he grabbed Rocky's wrists and cuffed them together. He then pulled Rocky out of the room.
Riff Raff couldn't resist. He fully opened his door, stepped out into the hallway, and gave Rocky a smile that managed to be simultaneously victorious and malicious. Rocky saw him, and his eyes widened. Staring at Riff Raff in horror, he whispered, "You bastard. Damn you for doing this to me…and to Frank."
Riff Raff kept the smile on his face. "Now, Rocky, don't try to blame me for your own transgressions. His Highness will be far better off without you." With that, he went back into his room and closed the door firmly behind him.