In heavy commotion the Parcel Mistress,
Decided to go, get advice.
She sought the White Queen in her palace on Prospit,
Her leader, benev'lent and wise.
She told of the parcel, the deal with Noir.
The Queen was listening close.
"Your mission is crucial, and I must resign,
If we're to defeat our foes.
I'll give you my crown, and my ring you shall have.
In exile my destiny lies.
Depart for the battlefield, seek the White King.
He'll give you further advice."
This spoke the Queen and she did as she'd told.
And no more a Queen she was called.
The mailwoman leaving, prepared for departure
From Prospit, the kingdom of gold.