a/n: Second chapter here we go :D Thank you all who read the first chapter, I know it must be really weird stuff to read but...lets do this!~

Kyle Marlon: Kaito

Josephine: Riliane's horse

Riliane was in a field. A big, beautiful field full of yellow butterflies, with dew glistening on the emerald green grass. The mountains were in the background, with cotton-candy pink clouds in the distance. There was laughter, and then bunnies started circling her.

"I must be dreaming..." She storms away from the bunnies, who were chanting "Circle You, Circle You..." in an unsettling song.

"Shut up!" She turns to one of them, madly kicking it into a tree. The bunny's head bursts open, as the rest of the bunnies continue chanting. The largomorphs were continuing to grow larger and larger, as they towered over the Queen, looking down at her with beady eyes. Riliane stumbles, tripping over a stone and then falling over to face the cursed rabbits, which covered the sky. Wait, it wasn't a stone.

Riliane flips over, to find that she tripped over a bunny's head. The disembodied head plops onto her chest, blowing onto Riliane's face. Its eyes turned yellow, as it opened its mouth:

"Wake up, Your Majesty! It's a brand new day."

Oh yeah. Allen...

"Wake up, Your Majesty! It's a brand new day!" Allen yelled into Riliane's ear, startling her awake.

"What on Earth are you-OW!"

She hit her forehead right against his, as he was leaning over her. Riliane rubbed her head gingerly, but Allen didn't even seem pained.

"Rise and shine! It's already half past ten...you've slept in for three hours! But then again, you must be exhausted, after what happened yesterday."

Riliane glared at Allen, who was sitting on the side of her bed. "Why are you on my bed?!"

"It's simple. I tried knocking, then calling. Then to ensure that you weren't kidnapped last night, I broke in with a lock pick."

"Did you blow on my face?" She mused, recalling the details of her nightmare.

"Yes, I tried that too. I amused myself with many different ways to awaken the Queen, much which were unsuccessful."

"Get out. NOW!"

Allen was off of the bed in a flash. Screaming, Riliane threw off her covers, chasing him around the room, and out. She slammed the door, still able to hear him laughing as he ran down the hall.

"What a creep!" She huffed, resting her back against the door. "I'm going to have him executed today. No sane person would ever watch the Queen as she slept, it's nerve-wracking."

The curtains were closed, but she didn't bother opening them. Riliane never like the light streaming though the windows, to greet her in the morning. It makes stars and circles dance across her vision.

The young ruler slid down into a sitting position. She tried to remember what had happened last night, how she was crazy enough to let Allen work for her. She recalled walking right up to him, something she has never done to a subject before. How his smile looked just as evil as hers. It gave her stomach butterflies, as she daydreamed about all the things they would be able to accomplish, since they thought the same way.

"But I'll never be like him. Watching girls sleep..."

She then remembered that he was there before she drifted to sleep, reading a fairytale. He read the words fluidly, weaving the story together, and the gentle tone of his voice resonated into her ears even as she slept.

Maybe he isn't so bad, after all...

Riliane's stomach growled, as she quickly prepared herself and opened the door. Allen was standing right there, and she jumped back in surprise.

"What are you doing here?!"

"Why escorting you of course. I bet you're starving, my Queen." He steps aside, bowing, and she cautiously walks past him.

"Creep..." She mumbles.

However, breakfast turns out to be wonderful. The servant wasn't lying when he said he could cook. Plates of delicacies from other Kingdoms were laid out before her, and food that she could only dream of eating. She couldn't decide whether to go all out on the food...or take a tiny bit of each, just to savour each dish that the servant prepared.

The entire time she was complimenting and savouring each dish, Allen was just standing off to the side, lost in thought.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

"Thank you for the offer, but I've had already eaten. And surely I wouldn't be worthy of feasting with the Queen."

Riliane wasn't listening, as she took a loaf of bread.

"This, you made?"

"In the early hours of morning, yes. You may know it as brioche."

She took an eager bite, and her taste buds exploded. Although the brioche seemed the least exotic dish on the table, it tasted just as good...maybe even better.

"I love it! And I love you, Allen!"

She saunters over and takes his face in her hands, comically. Then her palm whipped across it, so fast that he HAD to feel pain.

"Not! That was for this morning!"

Allen rubbed his cheek, fascinated. "Oh, that actually...hurt."

Riliane grinned, holding her head high. "Of course it does. You know, Allen, I was about you have you executed today, if it weren't for your cooking skills. The food was simply grand!"

Her servant smiled. "Thank you very much, Your Majesty. And believe me, you wouldn't want me executed."

"We'll see about that."

After Allen cleaned up (though he left the leftovers for Leonhart and Oliver), he joined Riliane as she went through paperwork and letters, etcetra. Writing rejection letters in reply to the overly-sweet poems from Prince Kyle of the Blue Kingdom...who was madly in love with her.

"I told him NO! But that jerk never leaves me alone!" Stirring up a flurry of papers, a frustrated Riliane throws a tantrum. Allen attempts to calm her down.

"Why? Does your heart belong to someone else?"

"It belongs to no one but MYSELF." Riliane lifts her head from the table, dusting herself off like nothing had happened. "I don't believe in love, and the customs of dating and marriage. It's all a joke to me."

"Ha ha. Good one, Your Majesty."

"Seriously, Allen. I don't have time for that!" Riliane walks over to the window, pulling it open elegantly. "My Kingdom is all I need. I don't want anyone else to lead it with me. In fact, in the near future I shall isolate myself from all mankind, except for my Josephine. That way, when I die, my Kingdom will die with me."

"Sounds like a sad life." Allen remarks. He walks up right next to her, the entirety of the Yellow Kingdom spread out beneath them. "But do you ever wonder what it's like to be in love? To have someone who you can trust and understand?"

The Queen made a noise of disgust. "According the things written in the Blue Jerk's letters, the answer is NO. And what do YOU know about love?"

"Nothing, Your Majesty. That's why I wonder."

As the morning processed, Leonhart and Oliver still haven't yet woken up. Riliane and Allen took a stroll in the royal gardens, just before lunch. Flowers in all different shades of yellow were soaking in sunlight, as petals blew around, even without wind. A gigantic tree stood in the middle, probably a hundred years old.

"This place sucks." Riliane scoffs. "Don't you agree, Allen?"

"Actually...I find it lovely. Look at those chrysanthemums! And these sunflowers, and black-eyed Susans! See how well cared for those Asiatic lilies are?" He turns around, smelling one. "Oh! Marigold!"

"Really? I just refer to all of them as 'flower'."

"Who tends them?"

"No one. I used to have several gardeners, but they all left. However, the flowers just kept on blooming, like they had minds of their own. Although, whenever I kill someone, they seem to bloom healthier..."

Allen stopped in mid-step, and then continued walking on.

"So these flowers are...evil, then?"

"I guess? I remember a group of researchers injected a purple flower, turning it yellow. Then they planted it in the gardens, and it spread like crazy." She leans over, picking one of the said flowers. Allen examines it.

"A violet, but yellow. How interesting. But I guess the name does not make sense now that it had lost its original pigmentation."

"Then we shall give it a new name. How does the Yellet sound?

"...or the Viollow. Which do you prefer?"

The Queen was silent. Riliane and Allen looked at each other, both expecting the other to say something to break the quietude. A while had passed before they burst out laughing.

"Ahahahah! Look at us! Renaming flowers. Did you drug the food?"

"Even if I did, Your Majesty, I wouldn't tell you!"

This is so weird, Riliane thought. It's been less than twenty four hours and this weirdo already made her laugh at something ordinary. Who cares what the flower is named? It's just a flower, in Riliane's book.

"Let's go back. There's work to be done, and people to torment."

"Then I shall accompany you there."

As Allen started following behind her like a shadow, the Queen suddenly turns around.

"You...can walk alongside of me if you want." She meets his eyes, almost hoping for him to answer. "I mean, this trail's pretty rough. You don't want your Queen to fall and injure herself, do you?"

"Of course not, Your Majesty. Though I think the route is safe enough, I will do as you say. Were you, perhaps, afraid that I may stab you from behind?"

"Possibly..." Riliane was glad that he brought that up. Although it wasn't exactly the reason why she wanted him to walk with her, but now she knows that many people want her off the throne...what if Allen was one of them? She should be more careful, around him.

"But then again," She thought. "He's just Allen. What is there to be afraid of?"

Slowly, but surely, a month passes by since the day Allen showed up in the castle. Then two. Riliane soon finds a different side to herself when she's with him, although she never admits it. And the aching familiarity of him never went away. With each moment she spent with him, it was like she met him before, in the past...although something like that was not possible, right?

Allen was different than the other servants she used to have. He wasn't afraid of her, and didn't even flinch when she struck him. He just smiled, like he knows a secret she doesn't. He's cunning, eager to work, and gentle. Not to mention a little...bipolar. Little does Riliane know that the point of him being here was to end her life. Since then, Allen has taken Riliane outside, to places she's never been, and she begins to see how beautiful the world really is. How each Kingdom had a quirk of their own, a personality that defines them as unique.

"How you ever been to an ocean?" Allen inquires.

"I live over one, dum-dum."

"But have you swam in the sea? Felt the salt on your skin? Glided through the waves like a sky underwater?"

"Eww...why would I do that?"

And so the servant took her swimming, at the beach right next to the castle. It was a win-lose situation, because the Queen was hard to put up with. She hovered over the water in a plain tank top and skirt, whining about how cold it was and how she'll drown. He then had the pleasure to push her in, and watch her struggle in the shallow water.

"Who's the evil one now?" He remarks, smirking. Allen gets into the water with her, and she starts spashing him mercilessly. He's wearing nothing but shorts, so Riliane could see a blotchy scar on his back.

"This? Oh, that was when I was riding a horse and then fell onto a campfire, giving me this burn. Stupid, huh?"

Riliane laughs, although there was something about the way he said it that struck her as a lie. Was that the true reason why he had that scar?

Hours later, the two were exausted, watching the sunset at the dock. She shivers in the cold, and so Allen puts his coat over her.

"Look into the pocket, if you'd like."

And so she does. Riliane uncovers a piece of paper and a glass bottle, looking at him for an explaination.

"There's a legend that says that if you put your deepest desire into a bottle, and cast it out into the sea, it just may come true. You have the honours."

Riliane's gaze moves to the water, glowing warm with shades of orange. She dangles her feet over the dock's edge. "I wish that Allen could be my servant...forever." She thinks. Writing the wish onto the paper and slipping it into the glass bottle, Riliane drops it into the ocean. It sinks once, bobbles many times, and then disappears into the horizon.

"What did you wish for, Your Majesty?"

"Oh, I wished that Kyle would leave me alone. You should've known that by now."

The pair returned to the melancholy castle, seeing that the two other blondes had already retired to bed. Allen's face lights up in a sly smile.

"Let's play a prank on them!"

Riliane gives him a bemused stare. "What did you just say?"

He gestures for her come closer, and he whispers the plan.

"Oh...that prank." She says, smiling.

"You said it always works!" The Queen complains.

"Maybe he just went before bed..."

Riliane felt stupid, watching Allen dipping Oliver's hand into the bowl of warm water. They've tried this multiple times already, and yet nothing happened.

"He looks quite unsettling." Riliane mumbles. Drawn-on eyes that Allen and painted onto the sleeping boy's lids made him gaze at her with a dead, glazed stare...

"Your Majesty?!" Oliver jerks up from bed, in shock. Riliane and Allen both scream, and she knocks the bowl over. Water spills over Oliver's pants, in the most appropriate spot to suggest that he had an accident.

"What the bloody-"

"Run!" Allen screams in excitement, as the two dashed down the halls, passing under the moonlit windows.

"Must we...?" Riliane whines, as her current footwear was not intended for this type of "sport". Allen scoops her up, and slid down the banister to reach the bottom floor. Riliane's shrieks were heard through the halls, and beyond.

"Don't you dare- HYYEEEEE!"

Oliver follows the sound, disoriented and blinded by rage (not to mention humiliation). Then he stops himself. Being the former King's trusted adviser, he was a sensible, mature young person. Surely, a retarded prank shouldn't start him off like that.

"What am I doing? I should be changing my pants. Calm down, Oliver..." He walked into a bathroom, catching sight of the eyes drawn onto his eyelids.

"LEONHART! OUR QUEEN HAS GONE CRAZY!" He stormed out of the room and into the foyer, thunderclouds over his head. Leonhart was nowhere to be seen.

"Leonhart?"

"Mhmmf!"

The blond soldier with a black uni-brow comes in, hands tied and sword nowhere in sight. Oliver approaches Leonhart, realizing that his lips were taped and sealed with something resembling paper mache.

"Ugh!" The former adviser rips off the sickly mixture, and Leonhart doubles over to spit out a huge glob of shaving cream. He spat and spluttered, coughing from the cream that got into his throat.

"The Queen and the servant did this!" He yelled. Oliver unties him, and points out his unibrow.

"As to me, too. They tried to make me wet myself."

Leonhart grimaces. He retreats silently to the bathroom to rinse the rest of the taste from his mouth, as Oliver gazes out the second floor window. As expected, the Queen and servant were outside, on the castle's front steps. Riliane looked disgruntled, her hair a mess and her eyes wide with fear. She was yelling at Allen, who was laughing his head off. He observes watchfully as Allen nudges her, saying something to cause them both to explode in laughter. Oliver sighed, leaving the window.

"Mr. Avadonia...what have you done to her?"

Through that same window, a messenger comes up to the castle gates. Allen and Riliane stand up, as he presents a letter with a blue ribbon. Suspiciously, the Queen opens it, reading the paper intently. Her mouth then forms into an "O" of pure horror. The young ruler burst into sobs. The messenger scrambles away, as he doesn't want to see the outcome of her tantrum. Riliane drops the letter, and faints into Allen's arms.

a/n: Cliffhanger (kinda/sorta/maybe)..! :o

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