Chapter 2

A meeting at the Plaza Hotel was definitely not what Queen Blair Waldorf felt like attending. She was going to meet the Kings of New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Connecticut, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, Vermont, Maine, and Rhode Island- alliances, alliances.

Blair was wearing an Armani suit, and her hair was done in a professional up-do. She stepped out of her limousine, trailed by her entourage and stormed the five star Hotel. This hotel had memories, like when she ran away from home to get away from her family, when her family missed her birthday, when Nate cheated with that unnamable skank. Oh well, that was all behind her now.

She was escorted to her table. A very tan and muscled man was speaking, she guessed the king of New Jersey. "I've called you all here today, because we are the Northeast. Territory wise we are small, but we are strong. I would like to establish an alliance with each and every state here." Blair wanted to ally their bodies.

He looked right at her, "My name is Michael Chase, king of New Jersey." His eyes were a baby blue that contrasted with his dark skin and hair. "I want every king…and queen, here to come to agreements and make the Northeast hard, and strong."

Blair imagined the army of New Jersey: Tan, shirtless, muscled machines who fought with their pumping fists alone…Blair would have to build a military.

"Can I say something?" Blair stood up.

"By all means." Michael flashed a pearly smile at her.

"Considering New York is the strongest nation in the Northeast, there for most likely to be attacked, I need to know that I can count on your support." Blair looked around that the old faces of the old politicians.

"I've got your back New York." Michael said. The rest nodded, not wanting to look like they were afraid of a fight.

"I've had a treaty made; I'd like everyone to sign it. It is not only about me, but the cooperation of all Northeastern states." Blair Waldorf was never second.

…

"You have exquisite taste." Michael said, as they dined on Blair's yacht. She had invited him to a private dinner, to discuss business, among other things.

"Thank you. I invited you here to talk about our alliance. I know that everyone signed the treaty, but honestly," She paused, "What the hell is Rhode Island going to do in a war?"

Michael laughed obnoxiously, "Right. So you're saying, seeing as how New Jersey is the second most powerful state in the Northeast, you want to make sure we have special agreements?" He asked, raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow.

"That's exactly what I'm saying, Mr. Chase." Blair smiled. As they talked, Blair realized Michael was much too brash and rough for her, and the attraction was simply physical.

Blair's phone wrung, the call was checked by her security people so she didn't think to check who it was before she answered.

"Where are you?" Chuck's velvet voice asked.

"On a yacht, Chuck." Blair said.

"Well, well… alone?"

"No, I am actually here with someone, a King."

"Ohh… Is he more charming than I am?"

"Good-bye Chuck." She hung up. "Sorry about that Michael, I just have such devoted subjects."

"I know what you mean. I used to be on the Jersey Shore."

Blair barely knew what that was but she laughed anyway.

…

Blair went to bed alone that night. Tomorrow she was going to end marriage-inequality in New York and then meet with her people about her new military. The next day she had scheduled to meet with Serena and Nate.

She sunk into her silk sheets, and dreamt of a Guido army attacking a Bass army.

…

"SERENA!" Blair squealed and ran to her friend, air kisses! Nate walked onto the scene like he was the movie star.

"Blair, we've missed you!" Serena cooed.

They bought out the restaurant for the next few hours. Blair was wearing a blue Chloe dress, and Serena was wearing a white one. "So tell me how the acting is going!" Blair cried.

"I'm actually shooting a movie right now, I was cast before Natie was elected, but that rumor won't wash out of the gossip mags for awhile." Serena said, oh so modest.

"Blair you're a queen! Who'da thunk." Nate said.

Who would'nt have?

"And you're a king! That is the real shocker!"

"There are only four queens in America," Serena said, "Blair, Leighton Meester of Florida, Blake Lively of Virginia, and Hilary Clinton of Washington! Isn't that crazy?"

"Really. Too bad the most powerful state in America is a queendom!" Blair said triumphantly.

And the queendom had been invaded. Chuck Bass entered the restaurant.

"HOW, did you get in here?" Blair almost screamed.

"Honey… I'm Chuck Bass." Enough said.

He took a seat after greeting Nate and Serena.

"I just couldn't miss the opportunity to see me dear friends!" He pleaded with Blair, who was considering having him escorted out.

Blair recalled their breakup, and the war they had. Things definitely were not smooth now, but she wasn't going to make a scene.

Sitting so close to Chuck nauseated her although. "Excuse me! I have a meeting! I will send a limousine for you, and meet you at my house."

"I thought you said you cleared your day?" Serena said, pouting.

"Couldn't be avoided!"Blair said, getting up quickly and leaving. She couldn't sit in there calmly for another minute. She felt so passionately about Chuck she couldn't take it. He was an anchor pulling her down. She was a queen and needed to be on the top of her game, and he wouldn't leave her alone.