On Derse in his office the archagent sat,
Brooding and doing his job.
He thought the Queen busy, hoped she wouldn't notice,
His clothes were against her code.
The Black Queen was angered, her archagent thought,
That he could escape from her rule.
She burst through his door and spoke "What are you thinking?
Where is your uniform, fool?
Your lack of obedience is angering me,
As 'n archagent you're a disgrace.
If you keep taunting, consider your options,
I will show you your place."
She lifted the sword, she held, up to his throat,
Her teeth showed with devilish glee.
"Don't try to resist, Jack, you can't match my power,
Play a lil' dress-up with me."
The archagent, threatened, reacted too quickly,
Opened the box coloured green.
In a matter of seconds, too fast for the eye,
Reduced to ashes the Queen.
The former archagent claimed his Queen's ring,
Its magic feeding him might.
A Sovereign Slayer was born from Jack's hatred.
His power had reached a new height.