The soldiers marched, and the through the smoke and fire came for her. Blair Waldorf stood helpless on the streets of her god forsaken city, staring into the red sun, the red sky, and the black clouds. She coughed and felt to her knees. The silhouette of the army stopped and aimed at her through the smoke. Gun fire!

Blair woke up in her luxurious bed, and felt herself, checking for the numerous bullet holes. It had only been a dream. Today she would meet with her newly appointed generals about army preparation. She couldn't sleep through the rest of the night…

Blair was being rushed all day to small appointments with philanthropists and journalists and interviewers. She had barely eaten, and she was tired and felt like shit. She was almost completely annoyed with Charlotte always trying to do everything for her, and her guards standing outside while she used the bathroom. She wondered if kings got this treatment.

She got online on her blackberry during the ride to her private jet hanger. She wanted to look up dream meanings or something. She read that to see a red sky means looming danger, and that something is coming to an end. Dreams with an army mean that you have an overwhelming force working against you.

What?

Blair pondered this as she boarded the jet. She was becoming panicky, and freaking out about the pilot going kamikaze with her in it.

It was a snowy New York day, though Blair could not see it through the Air Force BW1 windows. On her jet it would take only minutes to reach Buffalo, New York, where her military base was located. She sipped her champagne, and looked over at Michael, her personal guard; his pale blonde hair was so perfectly short. He smiled at her. Karl, her older guard, was having a conversation on his cell phone quietly behind them.

"Why do you do this?" Blair asked Michael.

"Do what? You're majesty."

"Risk your life for some queen."

"Both my parents died in the military, if I wasn't an austere patriot, I'd be dishonoring their legacy."

Blair smiled, Michael seemed so young, and she hoped he would never have to truly guard her.

The jet landed, and Michael walked out first, and then Blair, and then Karl. It was night and snowing hard. Armed men wearing suits were scattered around the landing zone, reminding her of her dream.

A man approached from behind the plane holding a badge. "I'm here to escort Blair Waldorf and her party." He said, seeming anxious.

Royal guard was all around, and they seemed surprised by this man who so bluntly approached the queen. He did not refer to her as her majesty, which was unprecedented. "Hold it. This was not authorized." Michael said.

The secret service men started to rush toward the scene. He started to reach into his jacket and the guards reached for their weapons. Karl grabbed Blair and pulled her down. He held her ears. She shut her eyes.

"WHORE!" was the last thing she heard before a series of gun shots.