Gaz plopped back down into her chair in annoyance. 'What the hell is "Gir says hi," supposed to mean, anyway?'
Another call came in from the arm of her throne. "Gaz, my lord."
"What now?"
"Well, er," the voice sounded a little afraid, You NEVER wanted to get Lord Gaz angry. "If it's alright with you, ma'am, you're due in the Main Hall to promote guards L23 and Q87."
"Yes, fine, at least it's something to do."
She stood up and began walking to the Main Hall. Her throne room was one of the furthest places from the Main Hall in the castle, but because of her superhuman speed, she was there in less than a minute.
She stood in front of the two guards and glared at them. They stood there nervously, fidgeting with their uniform gloves.
"Guards L23 and Q87, you're hereby promoted to soldiers." Gaz said, clearly bored. "You'll have the chance to achieve higher and higher military ranks and maybe even get the chance to protect me personally. Hurrah," she added sarcastically.
They stood there, staring at her happily.
"Okay, you're promoted, leave."
The new soldiers turned and left, talking exitedly to one another. Gaz then left for her room, telling her royal messenger to tell her organizer to move all the rest of the day's crap to tomorrow. He nodded and ran away.
She took her time getting to her room, not bothering to use her super speed. All of the castle workers bowed when she passed, but she ignored them completely. She was lost in her thoughts again, wondering what Zim's sudden appearance was supposed to even mean.
Why would he just let himself be caught? If he was about as strong as her, as he claimed to be, he should have escaped them easily! Her mind wandered to how much he had changed, at least on the outside. He was definatley taller, and it seemed like his 'fake' hair grew naturally now.
He actually looked pretty, well, cool. Maybe even- 'Okay, don't even go there,' she thought, shaking her head. She stopped and looked around, realizing she had taken a wrong turn. Suddenly, she heard shreiking and saw something falling.
She converted her mind to super speed, and the object seemed to fall in slow motion. She held out her hand and a beam of dark energy held the object in place. She examined it and it looked like a turkey. Must've been her dinner.
The chef ran out and stopped cold when she saw Gaz. She looked at her sideways.
"I think you dropped something." She moved the beam holding the turkey above the chef's hands, then let it go. The chef caught it, relief and worry on her face at the same time.
"Don't let it happen again." Gaz began walking away.
"My apologies, my lord. I promise, I will do better." she bowed.
"Yeah, yeah." Gaz kept walking, now taking an alternative route to her room. She stopped in front of her door and stared at the peeling paint for a moment, making a mental note to get it repainted. Her eyes wandered to the familiar drawing she had posted onto it, one she had made over 1,000 years ago. It was of a piggy that anyone else but her would find creepy, and under it were the words 'Go Away' in the handwriting she used to have as a kid.
She smiled faintly, something she hardly ever did, and remembered those days. She had been mean, dark, creepy, and powerful. She really hadn't changed much, had she?
Already beginning to unstrap her boots, she flung open the door and locked it behind her. Her room was full of stuffed animals, rigged to destroy anything at her command. She looked into her gothic vanity mirror and took off her crown.
She stared into her own eyes and saw that her neutural face was as frightening as ever. Good.
She reached her hands behind her back and started unzipping her dress, getting read for bed. She only got the zipper about an inch down before she turned around to get her pajamas. What she saw stopped her in her tracks and made her blood run cold.
An unwanted visitor had snuck into her room.