a/n: Ello it's me again! c: Oh god, some of the reviewers are so smart (you guys know who you are) by pointing out the Divergent thing and the Google Chrome thing...HOLY CARP I had not noticed that and now I am enlightened so thank you thank you *bows* :)

Michaela: Miku Hatsune

The morning has arrived, a beckoning to a new day. The Queen has not yet awoken.

Her servant sits next to her on a stool, watching her as she slept. He had been there for hours, yet he remains loyal. Whatever was in that letter had caused her so much rage and sadness, that the servant couldn't fathom what was written within it. He just watched over her, in that dimly lit room with the curtains drawn. Silently begging with his eyes for her to wake up, for her to be alright.

Which was ironic, because she wasn't supposed to be alright. She should be dead. And Allen should be the one who kills her.

It's alright, he told himself. He's done this before. Enemies and political figures found dead in their rooms, soundlessly stabbed in their sleep. And for the hardy, light-sleepers, poison was often used instead. The servant often cooked up wonderful meals with the poison. Other times, he had used mutated microorganisms that Chrome had created, modifications of the bubonic plague virus. The targets wake up suffocating and hallucinating, before sprouting boils and then sweat to death. It was indeed nasty. But Allen had done it all, without a speck of emotion on his delicate face. Sometimes even with a smile as wicked as death itself.

Then why...WHY was it so hard for him to kill the Queen? When Chrome had assigned him his mission, he accepted it with confidence. Assassinating a queen was something he had done before, hence the "experience with monarchy" he had mentioned in his work history. And Riliane wasn't a difficult target: She was too trusting. Her confidence and pride channeled from her status and power over others. But inside, she was a lonely girl who wanted someone else to walk her path with her. A bloodstained path, crawling with black roses...

So many chances. So many chances for him to drive the knife into her heart, back, abdomen. For him to lure her into his trap, because the first step to kill a person is to gain their trust.

"She's sleeping, and distressed. Just end it now."

Allen's hand grasped the blade that was in his coat pocket, trembling.

"Just do it, and it'll be over soon. Then pack up, take the next ship, and never return. Like you always do."

Through the tiny slit of light that penetrated through the crack of curtains, the knife glimmered gold. He could imagine her blood all over it, all over him, as he let the blade hover over chest like a cloud of death. It would be so easy.

"What are you doing?! Just kill her already!" He hisses to himself, frightened that his body won't listen to his mind. He had to kill her, before he gets anymore attached to her...

"No..."

He flings the knife into the wall, as it catches into one of her portraits. He takes several breaths to calm down, then goes over and pulls it out. He stares in awe, at his hands. For once, he didn't want to kill someone. Even if that person had done so many wrong things in her life.

Allen walks over to her bed, sitting down. "What is wrong with me?" He asks her, distressed. After staring at her face for another few seconds, the servant gets up and starts pacing.

"Allen? Are you there?"

"Riliane! I mean, Your Majesty!" He rushes to her side, as she struggled to sit up.

"Oof...what happened?"

"I had just attempted to kill you." He thought. "Take it easy, Your Majesty. You've been out for three hours, after reading the letter. I've retrieved it, for you."

Upon hearing about the letter, Riliane started up in tears again. He moves closer, putting a comforting arm around her. He had no idea what the letter said, but it had greatly affected the Queen.

"Don't cry, please..."

"How can I not?!" She scowled in her tears, but made no effort to push him away.

"Your Majesty...what did the letter say?" Allen whispers. He actually felt concerned for her. Because if her life was in danger, what would happen to his?

"Allen..." Her eyes are as big as dinner plates. "The Blue Jerk wants to marry me."

The servant stays frozen, in disbelief. She passed out just because some guy she hated wanted to marry her? So her life WASN'T in danger...?

"Your Majesty, is that all? Prince Kyle requests of your hand in marriage?"

"Not just that! They recently uncovered a will my father wrote, before he died. That once his reign was over, Princess Me is supposed to marry the Blue Jerk. With no exceptions. He wants a brave nobleman for me, who has the power to conquer kingdoms. And if I refuse, The Blue Kingdom has the right to kill me!"

Riliane tried to not cry. But once she marries him, she would be the Princess of the Blue Kingdom. And she didn't want to lose her Kingdom and title to the Blue Jerk.

"Kill you? Over refusal?"

"Yes. I have a month to make my decision."

"That isn't fair. You should only marry the people you love."

The Queen doesn't meet his eyes as she stands up, eyes brimming with hatred. She walks to the door, wrapping a sheet over her shoulders.

"Not in this Kingdom."

Allen couldn't believe this. If Riliane marries Kyle, then he would probably resign as a servant. He had heard that the Blue Kingdom's heir had a castle of a thousand servants and workers, and wouldn't need him because he was from the Yellow Kingdom. And he would have to retreat to Chrome in shame, reporting a failed mission for the first time.

"Your Majesty!" He calls after the Queen, taking a hold of her shoulder.

"Don't 'Your Majesty' me. You're dismissed, Allen. I want to be left alone, OK?" She writhes away from his hand, storming into her study. The door slams, locks, and then there was silence.

Allen sighs. He retreats to servant's quarters, writing a note. He walks back to the study, finding sobbing coming from it. The servant slips the paper under the door.

"I'll do something about this, I promise." He had written. The crying stops from inside, and he smiles. Just a tiny bit.

After reporting to the kitchen to make an early breakfast, he catches Oliver in the halls.

"Oliver! I'm sorry to bother you." He proceeds to talk about Kyle's proposal. Oliver doesn't seem surprised, as he knew beforehand (courtesy to the king).

"My question is, why does she hate him so much?"

Oliver sighs, like this question wasn't new to him. "Queen Riliane knew Kyle for quite a long time. He had a crush on her since the age of seven, just because of the fact that she was the only Xanthine who had blue eyes. So he would often steal her horse so that she could pay attention to him. But she never did, of course."

"That's kinda...cute."

"It would seem. But as he grew up, he became deadly serious about it. Kyle wanted everything to do with the Queen, and even stalked her for quite a period of time. Her parents never knew, and saw him as a future fiance who, with their baby daughter, would take over all three Kingdoms. I didn't care at that point, but then the prince started showering her with gifts, which she didn't accept. He had even had affairs with several women, just so that he could prepare himself for the Queen. Then he broke up with all of them."

"A player. That's not good..." Allen muses. He could understand now, why Riliane would hate him so much.

"I guess. But that's the ways things work, in our world. If you're of royal blood, you have to marry whoever the king or queen wants you to, or die. You and I are lucky enough not to carry this curse."

Oliver walks away, and Allen doesn't follow. Instead, he heads up back to the study. It was unlocked, but he could feel a weight on the door, keeping it shut.

"I'm going out to run errands. Be back in a bit. Food's on the table, if you're hungry."

"Okay." The force sitting against the door whispers back. He gets up from his knees, proceeding to walk down the stairs. She whispers again:

"Thank you."

The weather outside was beautiful, but it didn't reflect in Allen's heart.

Sporting a cap and a coat, the servant glumly walks to the Town Marketplace, where all Four Kingdoms come together to trade, advertise, and sell. As always, the place was chaos. Children, animals, and homeless people were loose on the streets. Carriages nearly ran into him. All sorts of animal cries rang across the marketplace, as well as people calling out prices or managers arguing about them. Everything was a dizzying mess of colour and noise pollution. Red, Blue, Green, and Yellow intermingled with each other.

But that was not all. There was another Colour, another group of people with their own special features. These were the Outsiders- white hair and red eyes- and their name suggests their status. The Outsiders weren't a Kingdom, because they lived in the slums. These people were often disabled and handicapped, which caused them to be shunned by the other Kingdoms. Bascially, if one was born an Outsider, they were doomed for life. No one knew how they got there, but Allen did. But that was a story he would rather not tell...

It was unfair. But then again, it was the way things were.

"You're a Xanthine, right?!" A little kid with red hair and dusty brown eyes asked him enthusiastically. "I heard you guys eat babies and then bathe in their blood!"

Allen was appalled. "Um, that's not true, young one. Never would anyone do such a thing-"

"My brother said that to me! Before they cut his head off. You did that, too!" The little boy pointed an accusing finger at him, shouting his words for the entire town to hear.

"Excuse me, but that's very rude. There was nothing I could do about your brother's exec-"

"JIMMY!"

A young woman whose features matched the boy's pushed back the crowds to her son. Her red plaid dress was stained with mud, and she scooped the boy in her arms.

"Keep away from him!" She scolded Jimmy, who was trying to wriggle out of her.

"But mom! He killed Brother!"

"Ma'am, I swear I-"

The woman in the plaid dress turned around, giving him a death glare. She walked off, never looking back. Allen watches her as he leaves, in a terrible mood. However, he suppresses his anger and continues shopping. The entire time, he tugs on his blonde hair. Was he really judged, just because the colour of his hair, eyes, and attire? There were other Xanthines in the square, but none as clean and wealthy as him. They too gave him strange looks and glares, as they knew he worked for their Queen.

Suddenly, a girl slams into his back. Everything that he bought flew out of his arms and spilled onto the ground to be trampled by busy people.

"Watch where you're going!" He turns around, to the point of erupting. Then suddenly, all the anger drained out of him when he saw who he was up against.

"Oh, I am deeply sorry!" A beautiful Verdigris girl with her hair in two ponytails apologized. When she caught sight of his face, she froze.

Allen stared at her, and she stared back. A blush crept into his cheeks...

"Um, it's alright." He picks up the items that were dropped. "Busy crowd, huh?"

"Very. I hope you didn't lose anything."

"No, it's all here. It isn't your fault anyways."

She giggles, blushing as well. He had to admit that her laugh was a nice sound.

"Do you come here often? I'm a bit lost, you see."

"Every other week or so. I can escort you to the exit, if you'd like."

"If it's too much trouble..."

"Oh, not at all." He smiles, and the green haired girl smiles back. He couldn't get over how lovely her emerald eyes looked in the sun...how they glinted specks of gold as well.

"Thank you!" She grabs a hold of his arm, causing his heart to skip a beat. He became dizzy for a second, afraid that he was going to pass out from embarrassment.

"This isn't like me..." His inner voice says. "What's going on...?"

"I'm Michaela, from the Green Kingdom."

"Michaela," he thought, smiling. "Nice to meet you, Michaela. I'm Allen."

"Oh, I know you! You're the Yellow Queen's servant!"

He nods, chuckling. "Word gets around fast, doesn't it?"

Several minutes passed. Allen and Michaela talked like they were good friends, although his voice was dry the entire time. By the time they reach the exit, he felt like he was floating.

"Oh god...I need to do something to snap out of this!"

While Michaela was ranting on about a vegetable called a leek, Allen's hand slips a vial of liquid from her dress pocket. Stealing made him feel like himself again, and he also slipped a few coins from her too.

"Thank you so much, Allen! You're a wonderful man."

"Hahaha...nah..." He shrugs, hoping she doesn't notice a few coins missing and a vial. He may never see her again anyways.

"Bye!"

The servant continues staring at her spot, long after she was gone. Then he returns to the castle, the gears in his mind screwed up.

"Your Majesty! I'm back!" He seals the food, storing them. As he goes back upstairs, he passes Leonhart.

"I just met the most beautiful girl in the market today!" He says to him. Leonhart gave him a weird look. "She was lost, so I helped her find the exit. We talked the entire time, it was simply amazing! Oh, and I stole this from her!" He reveals the vial, much to Leonhart's surprise.

"Let me get this straight. You fall in love with this girl, help her out to leave a good impression, then you proceed to steal from her?"

So the feeling he felt was love? He had fallen in love? "Yes!"

"Can I please see that?"

Leonhart takes the vial, and then read the label. His eyes widened, and his jaw dropped.

"What's wrong?"

"Allen...this girl is a peasant, right?"

"Correct. Her family is poor, and they make their living in the-"

"Then take a look at this liquid. If she was a poor peasant, why would she possess something like this?"

Allen snatches the bottle from the soldier, reading the words written on it. His expression matches Leonhart's, as the shock dawns upon him.

Because in his hand was an illegal, fatal sedative called Canterella. It was originally created for uses of pleasure, but too much will kill you.

So how on earth did a peasant get a hold of it...?

A week had passed since Kyle's proposal. Things weren't getting better with the Queen, her mood had downhilled. Allen continues to serve her, to read her bedtime stories each night. And in return, she acknowledges him for that.

As for the vial, Allen decides to keep quiet about that. He didn't want to worry the Queen with the fact that Michaela had smuggled a dangerous drug. And if he ever reveals to her about it, Michaela will be executed. More and more people were dying everyday at the hands of Riliane, since her mood had caused to her to sentence people to death more frequently.

He also kept this a secret from Michaela, yet she doesn't seem to notice that the vial was missing. They meet up at the Marketplace each night, just to talk about their day. And with each and every meeting, Allen felt more affection for her. But the fact that she was carrying Canterella around prevented him from trusting her completely. And that hurt him.

But he knew very well that the Queen comes first. The Queen always comes first.

He also tried to ignore the guilt, that he still had the knife and poison in his pocket, at all times. Waiting to strike, but never doing so.

a/n: It will be while until Germaine appears...ya know, the famous capture scene. In the meantime, enjoy this queenxservant nonsense while the bigger plot is being constructed~ XD please r&r you awesome people :D Many thanks

(Made a crappy cover cuz elmo is scaring me)

The Outsiders: A large group of people with white hair and red eyes, often with disabilities. They were shunned from the other Kingdoms, because of their lack of skill to do much. They lived in the poor sectors, and know nothing about their own pasts. They come and go, since they don't live very long.