Philip Hornbridge was perpetually pissed off. He couldn't help but notice news reports of General John Trig talking mad shit about the queen in a guest editorial in the Daily Planet. "Queen's critic at it again!" was the editorial headline. When he got home, Philip read everything about the editorial's reaction on his laptop. He became more and more pissed off to the point that he refused an egg and sandwiches from his dear wife. The main quote of the editorial was that Queen Kara's speaking is a pain in the ass and her utterances convey that of a Catholic schoolgirl.

Dismayed, Philip got into his best uniform, put on his medals from all the wars he had fought in, a party label pin, and then took off to go downtown. On public transportation, he couldn't help but overhear some young people talking about the editorial. "You know...she is a bit like a Catholic schoolgirl if you know what I mean," one girl agreed.

Full of rage, Philip went to the Daily Planet where he knew Gen. John Trig would be. The entrance to the Daily Planet had several police officers. Gen. John Trig then exited the Daily Planet all smiles. Philip walked through the line of policemen, punched him in the face, and spat on the ground. "You, traitor!" Philip accused.

It was then that the police finally acted and arrested Philip on the spot. Daily Planet reporters ignored Gen. John Trig and went after Philip wondering why he did it.

In the Palace, Kara was by herself drinking a vodka martini. Brainiac 5 entered the room. "What is it?" Kara asked knowingly.

"General John Trig has been struck," Brainiac 5 reported.

"Dumb, I hope," Kara said optimistically.

"In the face," Brainiac 5 clarified. "Quite forcefully."

"By whom? Which gallant and chivalrous individual should I award the Medal of Honor to?" Kara asked half-jokingly.

"I'm afraid it's a Philip Hornbridge, a known conspiracy theorist who believes vaccinations make humans retarded, psychiatric drugs lead to mass murder, the most recent election was stolen, and the DEO was behind your first assassination attempt," Brainiac 5 said.

"Holy shit," Kara said wide-eyed.

"The incident occurred outside the Daily Planet television studio, and the perpetrator is now on his way to the Metropolis police station where he will be released without charge," Brainiac 5 said.

"Why isn't he going to be charged?" Kara asked suspiciously.

"To avoid a scene where you publicly pardon him," Brainiac 5 said obviously.

"Well...how gratifying. What was Trig doing there in the first place?" Kara asked.

"He had just completed an interview. The interview will air at 0900 unless you stop it, of course," Brainiac 5 baited.

"Barney, you know how much I love free speech. No one loves free speech more than I," Kara said unconcernedly and then turned on the large television monitor in the room.

Mon then entered the room. "What is the big emergency?"

"Some human is about to talk shit about me," Kara informed him.

"Well, okay then," Mon said intrigued, and sat down.

On the Daily Planet program, Deep Impact, Chad interviewed John on his thoughts. "In the space of a few days, General John Trig's inflammatory, deeply personal, and potentially treasonous shit-talking of the queen has reached new levels and is now the most pressing issue of the day and caused something of a constitutional crisis. So, I'd like to begin by asking General Trig a simple question: She is our head of state, loved, respected, and admired throughout the world, so what the fuck is your problem, asshole?"

A few days prior...

For reasons entirely unknown, Kara and Mon traveled by train to a car factory in Detroit. Kara was dressed in a very sexy red dress and wearing red lipstick that made her look like a vampire. Mon simply stared at her beauty. "Is this your way of asking for more children from me?" he asked.

"No, three Insane Kryptonians is enough, I think," Kara judged.

"Then, why are you making me all hot and bothered with your long golden hair and all this red? I want to have my way with you right now in this car," Mon admitted. As it happened, the train car was filled with other human elite snobs.

"Do you think that would be tidy and sensible?" Kara asked.

"I don't give a shit. My balls are stirred. So...why?" Mon asked.

"Because I'm a tease, remember?" Kara reminded him.

"The dress is not very practical. What should happen if I were to accidentally light it on fire?" Mon critiqued.

"Don't you dare," Kara warned.

"If your goal was to not give me a giant hard-on looking at you, then you might want to take tips from your sister, Alex, who looks and dresses like a man," Mon mocked.

Detroit

At the car factory, the human workers were freaking out to make the factory perfectly clean and presentable. Kara was sheepishly in her white queenly uniform. Mon was positively pleased with himself as he followed Kara out of her car to meet with the factory's managers. "This is our research and development, Your Highness," the factory manager informed her. Kara proceeded to greet each worker and make pandering remarks on their work.

"This prototype has a top speed of over one thousand miles per hour," the factory manager said proudly.

"Quite the thing but I couldn't help but notice the red leather seats," Mon said and then gave Kara a glance. "Is it from a horse or a cow?"

"Synthetic material, of course, Your Highness," the factory manager said with a WTF look.

Kara then stood before all the workers for her speech which was also televised and put on the radio. "Let me say, I'm very pleased to be here. It was a pleasure coming...here," Kara said awkwardly. She then stuck to the script of the teleprompters in front of her.

"My husband and I have been most profoundly moved by your hospitable welcome and would like you to know how very grateful we are to all of you for the work you do for us. We understand, that in the turbulence of this anxious and active world, many of you are leading uneventful, lonely, pathetic, sinful lives where damnation is still the norm. Perhaps you don't understand that your steadfastness and ability, to withstand the fatigue of dull, repetitive, wholly uninteresting, pointless work, depend, in great measure, the happiness and prosperity of my world. The upward course of a planet's history is due, in the long run, to the soundness of heart of its mediocre men and women until automation kicks in. May you be reminded how little depends on you, and that even when your life seems most monotonous, it could always be worse. What you do is inconsequential and of little value and importance. In fact, this plant will now be automated, you're all fired, you will be demoted to E-1, you will be allowed to retrain, and to be reassigned to some other profession or location somewhere on the planet. Expect your new orders within the week."

Kara then turned to Brainiac 5. "Holy shit, is this for real?" she whispered.

"I always remind you to read your speeches before giving them," Brainiac 5 lectured.

Midvale

After savagely destroying the Detroit auto industry, Kara and Mon took the train to her vacation palace in Midvale. There, they were greeted by the Midvale local officials. A military parade by the Maine National Guard went by the palace. In the Maine wilderness, Kara and Mon went outdoors where they spotted some elk. They were in camouflage uniforms. With her falcon vision, Kara pointed out one that was always to the rear of the group. He seemed old and sickly.

Kara got on the ground to avoid being spotted. "The fuck are you doing?" Mon asked incredulously.

"Humor me. This is how humans hunt," Kara ordered.

Mon sighed and went to the ground. The two did a high crawl toward the top of a hill and spotted the elk. "Hey, Kara, do you have the target?" Mon asked obnoxiously.

"Yes, I have the target in sight," Kara said obviously.

"Well, you better take the shot. You're letting him get away," Mon said condescendingly.

"If you would just give me a sec to concentrate...," Kara said annoyed.

"He's getting away. He's prancing," Mon interrupted.

"I get it, I'm lining up the shot...," Kara said defensively.

"You're going to miss him. You're going to miss him," Mon antagonized.

"Shut the fuck up," Kara told him off.

"Hey, Kara, hey, Kara!" Mon yelled at her.

Kara suddenly fired on the elk with her heat vision causing it to blast into pieces. "There, I fucking took the shot. He's dead, there's blood and guts everywhere!" Kara shouted. She then calmed down and took out her cell phone. "Barney, I'm going to need a clean-up crew."

The next morning, Kara and Mon had breakfast together. Brainiac 5 joined them. "You might want to avoid the Daily Planet," he suggested.

"Why? What has your sister done this time?" Mon asked.

"Nothing to do with Alex. It's an article written by General John Trig," Brainiac 5 warned.

"Never heard of him," Mon said dismissively.

"The Daily Planet has chosen to publish his editorial. It's quite critical...of you, Kara," Brainiac 5 said.

After carefully reading the article, Kara was furious. "What gives him the right? I am the QUEEN!" Kara shouted.

"The First Amendment," Brainiac 5 reminded her.

"Oh, right, that. Be honest with me, Barney. Is there any part of this you agree with?" Kara asked.

"Most of it," Brainiac 5 shrugged.

"Fuck you, Barney," Kara scowled.

"Polls, however, show that the vast majority of people not only disagree with General Trig but are disgusted by him. Of course, most of that same sample hadn't even read the article," Brainiac 5 assured her.

"It's an irrelevant article from an irrelevant man from an irrelevant publication," Kara said scornfully.

"It actually has considerable media traffic, he is a general, and the Daily Planet has a monopoly on news media," Brainiac 5 reminded her.

"I was thinking...in galactic terms, Barney," Kara double-downed. "Eighty-five percent of the people are against him. By tomorrow, it will be nighty-five percent."

"I find your naivety amusing," Brainiac 5 doubted.

"That man is going to wish he was never born," Kara said darkly. "He's a Judas. Daily Planet must have given him thirty pieces of silver for it."

Metropolis

An angry crowd grabbed John Trig off the street, stripped him of his clothes, tarred and feathered him, and then threw him into a dumpster. After that, he was given a security escort at all times and was, for the most part, on house arrest as crowds took shifts to protest against him. He was finally escorted to the Daily Planet for an interview on Deep Impact.

John waited patiently as Chad got everything ready for the interview. Not everything went smoothly. "Whatever it is, it's not showing up on the teleprompter. I don't know what that is, never seen it," he complained.

"Oh, it's a spider, Sir," a camera guy realized.

"Okay, well, there's no words on it. There are no words there to play me in," Chad pointed out.

"Sir, it's not on, yet," the camera guy replied obviously.

"What do you mean it's not on? The interview is about to start," Chad said exasperatedly.

"Yeah, just give it a sec," the camera guy told him.

"We don't have time for this. I'll just do it live," Chad said visibly frustrated.

"Well...it's almost on," the camera guy said.

"We'll do it live! Fuck it! I'll write it and we'll do it live! The fucking thing sucks!" Chad said as he was about to have a meltdown. John simply eyed Chad with shock and dismay but it was not over yet. "Kick your fucking ass!" he threatened his camera guy.

"Chad...Chad," the camera guy said defensively.

"I want you off the fucking set, you prick! What the fuck are you doing? Are you professional or not? What the fuck is it with you? What don't you fucking understand? Do you have any fucking idea about it? Give me a fucking answer! What don't you get about it?" Chad ranted.

"I'm looking for the light to turn on," the camera guy explained.

"Oh, good for you, and how was it? I hope it was fucking good because the teleprompter is useless now, isn't it? Fuck-sake, man, you're an amateur," Chad chided. "John, you got fucking something to say to this prick?" he asked him.

"I didn't see it happen," John distanced himself.

"Fair enough," Chad allowed. "It's the second time that he doesn't give a fuck about what is going on in front of the teleprompter. I'm trying to do a fucking broadcast here, and I am going 'Why the fuck is the teleprompter not working?'"

"It will be ready in a minute," the camera guy said as he had to restart it again.

"Let's not take a fucking minute, let's go again. You're unbelievable, you're unfucking-believable. Number of times you're strolling and fucking around in the background. I've never had a camera guy behave like this. You don't fucking understand what it's like working with news pundits, that's what that is. That's what that is, man, I'm telling you. I'm not asking, I'm telling you. You wouldn't have done that otherwise," Chad lectured.

"No, what it is, is looking at the light and...making sure the teleprompter loads the script," the camera guy argued.

"I'm going to fucking kick your fucking ass if you don't shut the fuck up for a second! Alright?" Chad shouted enraged. "You do it one more fucking time and I ain't walking on this set if you're still hired. I'm fucking serious. You're a nice guy. You're a nice guy, but that doesn't fucking cut it when you're bullshitting and fucking around like this on set. Seriously, man, you and me, we're fucking done professionally. Fucking ass."

"Okay," the camera guy said lamely.

"Shut your mouth, don't even look at me," Chad ordered. He then turned to John.

The interview was now live. "In the space of a few days, General John Trig's inflammatory, deeply personal, and potentially treasonous shit-talking of the queen has reached new levels and is now the most pressing issue of the day and caused something of a constitutional crisis. So, I'd like to begin by asking General Trig a simple question: She is our head of state, loved, respected, and admired throughout the world, so what the fuck is your problem, asshole?"

"I...don't...have a problem," John stuttered.

"What's your deal?" Chad demanded.

"It's like an art critic that criticizes art. I'm a passionate monarchist who believes absolute monarchy is God's greatest invention," John said defensively.

"I don't know, that sounds like bullshit," Chad doubted.

"But it's not. I believe the alien monarchy provides clarity and transcends the self-serving interests of the egocentric and self-motivated human politicians who go in and out of office. When it's working at its best, an alien monarchy can rise above such matters and unify a society. It can set the tone and become the embodiment of the planet and character. But the problem is, at the moment, it's not doing that," John said passionately.

"You think the queen is doing a shitty job, don't you?" Chad glared.

"No, that's not true," John disagreed.

"You would like to see Her Majesty endowed with superhuman powers?" Chad mocked.

"Well...she does," John said obviously and gave Chad a WTF look.

"Judging from your article, you think the queen is dumb as fuck, a piss-poor speaker, and has no personality," Chad antagonized.

"I didn't say that," John denied.

"The queen is a diligent, dutiful, and devoted monarch and mother. Who the fuck are you?" Chad asked.

"All I'm suggesting is that her public speeches and her appearances should be more natural. Her style of speaking is quite frankly, that of a drone. She sounds cold, aloof, calculating, and lacking warmth. I had the misfortune of listening to her latest speech while I was in a dentist's office. It was so awful; I begged the receptionist to start my root canal procedure early. I was horrified by the indifference and inertia the speech was greeted," John said.

"Would you not admit that being Supreme Leader of the Galactic Federation, Empress of the Terran Sector, Queen of Earth, Head of the Church of England, and being Supergirl is not an easy or simple job? It's arguably a lot more than writing a shit editorial, don't you think? The fuck'd you do?" Chad asked.

"No, I quite agree. Her Majesty has a nearly impossible task. She has to be ordinary enough to be relatable but extraordinary enough to save the day, touched by divinity yet one of us. But being relatable doesn't mean being bland or ineffectual or forgettable," John said.

"So, who do you want to throw under the bus if not the queen?" Chad challenged.

"Her court is wrong, her set-up is wrong, the servants are wrong. Only the queen can get rid of the bad servants. The servants that bury the talent in the ground instead of making five more...for the queen," John said. "She hires these fools, she, alone, can fire their asses. It's her responsibility as the boss," John said.

"So, in summary, she's a shit-monarch who hires shitty people is what you're saying," Chad summarized.

"Let me say this, to criticize the monarchy, to criticize the monarch, personally, gives me no satisfaction. But we have to remember that since the Mimic Invasion, the world has changed beyond recognition. It would do the queen well to remember that before the Mimic Invasion, monarchies were extinct, and republics were the rule. Unless the queen wants a revival of republicanism, she must do better," John said.

Shortly thereafter, John was punched in the face.

Midvale

Kara ignored the interview and hung out at her palace in Midvale. "There have been some reactions to the interview. It's not good," Brainiac 5 informed her.

"How so?" Kara asked unconcerned.

"Well, it has been revealed to the public that the man who struck General Trig is a conspiracy theorist linked to xenophobic groups that promote human supremacy," Brainiac 5 said.

"Then, why is he so loyal to his alien queen?" Kara asked confused.

"You are a means to an end. You have an extensive record of killing scores of aliens," Brainiac 5 pointed out. "You also look, sound, and act exactly like a human who happens to have powers."

"Blasphemy," Kara mock scolded.

"The polls indicate the majority of humanity finds him reasonable. He polls well with royalists since he's one of them and supposedly trying to help you. He also polls well with Republicans because he's damaged your reputation," Brainiac 5 said.

"I've always said the best way to criticize something with integrity and authenticity is to fight from the inside. Every time a leftwing superhero or politician has a show and makes some non-bullshit point against a conservative idea or practice, the conservatives don't give a fuck. Now, if you elevate a conservative superhero or politician in your show, make them likable, make them sincere, make them honorable, and then have them say some liberal bullshit sometimes, then the conservative audience will actually take heart. I've been in media for years, Barney. I know how to mind-fuck an audience," Kara said wide-eyed.

"Yes, well, you're losing both sides right now," Brainiac 5 refuted. "The Daily Planet now agrees with General Trig and the General Secretary of Earth wants a meeting with you sooner than planned to discuss it with you in person."

"Goodness, a constitutional crisis. Make sure the guillotine blades are sharpened, will you?" Kara mocked. "This is all your fault. You wrote the speech, and I unquestionably gave it, because I trusted you."

"It's not trust but laziness," Brainiac 5 corrected.

"Maybe General Trig is right. Maybe, you're the problem, Barney. Maybe, I should surround myself with all the cool kids," Kara rebuked.

"The speech was bad on purpose. It was to finally force you to actually read and make your own corrections to your speeches as I have asked you to do for some time now," Brainiac 5 revealed.

"You sabotaged me?" Kara asked dismayed.

"Yeah," Brainiac 5 confirmed.

"You, son-of-a-bitch," Kara fumed.

"Are you going to read your speeches now?" Brainiac 5 asked condescendingly.

"I don't read, I lead," Kara told him off.

Kara entertained the General Secretary at Midvale forcing him to take several airplane layovers to get to her. "You think this is now a government matter?" Kara scoffed.

"Ambassadors from all over the world have been calling me, concerned. Her Majesty will hardly need reminding all the times you have been impeached, forced to abdicate, nearly assassinated, and faced insurrection over the years," the general secretary said.

"It's been a rocky road," Kara admitted.

"Egypt, Bulgaria, Italy, and Tunisia have already called for an abdication committee," he said.

"They can all get fucked," Kara said stubbornly.

"Of course, we're not nearly at that point. Not at a red light. We're not even at an amber," the general secretary assured her.

There was a long awkward pause between them. "Then, what the fuck are we worried about?" Kara asked incredulously.

"It's my view, the government's view, that it would be wise to contain this as soon as possible," the General Secretary suggested.

"And do what?" Kara scoffed.

"The obvious thing. Trig is a fire which needs to be put out," the General Secretary said vaguely.

"Meaning?" Kara pressed.

"Whatever is necessary," the General Secretary evaded.

"Sounds like you want me to kill his ass," Kara smirked.

"No, no, no, Your Majesty...well...if you could be so kind," the General Secretary said looking stressed out over the ordeal.

"I'll see what I can do," Kara said uncommittedly.

Metropolis

Kara finally summoned General John Trig to the Palace in Metropolis but there was no indication they would meet personally. Instead, Brainiac 5 would deal with him. He was escorted inside the Palace. There, John ran into a number of humans working to renovate the Palace. "Nice to know I'm talking to the top man," John said awkwardly.

"Lord Dox will be with you shortly," the escort officer said to John and then left.

John entered the office and noticed a library of old-fashioned books, replicated photographs of Kara and Alex's teenage years, and other artifacts. "Looks like we have something in common," John remarked as he sensed someone enter.

"And what would that be?" Kara asked.

"Holy shit," John realized as Kara was standing before him. An aura of death surrounded her. "Your Majesty," he whispered. "I was referring to old-fashioned photography."

"A photography nerd doesn't really fit the profile of a revolutionary," Kara said dryly.

"It's the assumption everyone has made because I dared to offer an opinion. Therefore, people assume I want to burn the temple down. On the contrary, I want to ensure it survives. I'm your biggest fan," John said.

"With friends like these, who needs enemies?" Kara joked darkly. "You could have offered your advice in private without damaging the reputation of the monarchy. Even with noble intentions, morality is about consequences, isn't it?"

"Are you going to kill me?" John assumed.

"Before I make my decision, I'm very interested in knowing what I must do to avoid a rebellion," Kara said condescendingly. "Shall we begin?" Kara sat in a comfy chair very close to John to intimidate him. "How do you like my voice? Do I sound cold, aloof, calculating, and lacking warmth, right now?" she asked with crazy eyes.

"No," John croaked.

"So...what's on your so-called mind?" Kara asked.

"You need to prepare yourself for a time when people can...," John began.

"Shit-talk about me in any way they want? And, remind me, how did that come to be?" Kara asked.

"You made it happen," John recalled.

"That's right, and you know why I make it a priority to give all nations of this world freedom of speech, of religion, of assembly, to petition grievances, to all the weaponry they can imagine? Because none of it can hurt me. I am invincible, indestructible, invulnerable. Human monarchs restricted humanity because they were mortal men scared of being assassinated or torn apart by the mob. Who do you think has real power between a king, a priest, a rich man, and a soldier?" Kara asked.

"I don't know," John said honestly.

"You don't have to think about it because I'm all four but never in humanity's history has a man been able to be all four so perfectly. It used to be that power resided where men believed it resided. Now, power is simply...power," Kara said dangerously.

"Yes, but I struggle to think of an advantage where it has been in a monarch's best advantage to fire on her own people," John said delicately.

"What is my advantage?" Kara asked finally. "How did a failed politician, an unrecognized journalist, get to the level of general?"

"I fail upward, Your Majesty. It's as baffling to you as it is to me," John admitted. John then awkwardly opened his case, spilled papers all over the floor, got on the floor to collect them, and then struggled to get back into his seat. Kara simply looked around the room impatiently.

"I have six recommendations, three things you should stop and three things to start," John said nervously.

"Give me the stops," Kara humored him.

"Stop inviting high-ranking married couples to Royal Balls. Younger people who are not yet married should present themselves to the sovereign and be allowed to network with each other and receive your guidance. They should be invited based on their virginity and potential rather than their current rank," John suggested.

Kara gave him an unimpressed look. "Next."

"Expel divorced people and habitual fornicators from royal circles," John said.

"Why? As Head of the Church of England, shouldn't I be welcoming and compassionate toward sinners?" Kara asked.

"Jesus taught repentance to a town. If a town accepted his teachings, great. If a town did not, it was condemned. He simply went off to the next town and the next. He didn't stick around pleading, begging, and holding the hands of unrepentant sinners to get them to change. He told them the truth, the people accepted or not, and he went on his merry way. That is how you should act as well. Shake the dust that is these unrepentant sinners off your shiny red boots," John advised.

"Yeah, yeah," Kara nodded. "Next."

"Get rid of the drones. Lord Dox is doing you a disservice. He's stopping the Palace from evolving with the rest of the world," John said.

"Oh, Lord Dox was actively sabotaging me which is why we're even talking in the first place. I'll have that figured out. He otherwise provides an indispensable function to the monarchy," Kara said.

"Just let more living humans in," John said.

"What about the starts?" Kara asked.

"Create mystery about yourself. You have written several autobiographies of yourself, biographies of your friends and families, a daily blog, an intimate diary, and many social media accounts. It's too much. Become less transparent, less accessible. Cancel the Christmas speech. Just celebrate Christmas with your family away from the public eye. Make them guess what you're having for dinner, your presents, your list to Santa," John recommended.

"Next," Kara said uncertainly.

"Stop meeting people all the time. You have a toxic overbearing crazy personality. The more people are exposed to it, the worse it is. You need to be scripted. You're always the center of attention. Pull back a bit and let the other politicians get the spotlight. Then, when they inevitably fail to impress, the people will love you more," John said.

Kara stood up looking visibly flustered. "Get out and have Lord Dox come in," she ordered.

"Certainly," John said befuddled. "Your Majesty," he bowed his head and left the room.

Kara decided to ignore John's advice for the time being. Daily Planet camera crews came into the Midvale Palace for another Christmas Special with the royal family. "Look at me, Mon. I'm an actress, a star, Emmy-worthy," Kara said in front of the mirror.

"Don't be silly," he mocked.

"In what way? I can memorize lines, remember angles, and wear make-up that makes me look like a vampire," Kara said defensively.

"You're the Supreme Leader, not a showgirl," Mon rolled his eyes.

"They're ready," Brainiac 5 interrupted.

Kara went to the large living room where the camera crew was hanging out. She was wearing a white dress with the House of El crest on her chest. On the teleprompter was her own speech. The camera crew got ready to go for a live broadcast. Kara bit her lip in anticipation and then thought about what John had said. She turned to the camera crew.

"No," she shook her head and then left the room.

The sudden cancelation of the Christmas Special created controversy. The royal family had shut itself off from the public during the Christmas holidays and New Year. Kara suspended all of her press conferences, interviews, and social media. It was just her and her family at the palace. The sudden denial of access made the public exceedingly hungry for content and many were apologetic for even daring to talk shit about the royal family. It was made known that Kara was personally offended by the controversy, deeply hurt and saddened. The people responded with grief and guilt. This made John an even bigger pariah, but he was now secretly working for the palace press corps. In time the public addiction for content on Kara would begin to fade. Human politicians would rise and spectacularly fall on their faces while the queen always remained.

Kara brought in the entire royal family: Mon, Kon, Saora, Mara, Kameron, Alex, Kelly, and Kelex for Christmas. She then made a speech to them on a new change of policy for the royal family. "We need to go back to being prohibited, inaccessible, and mysterious. That's the only way we will once again become desirable. That's the only way great love stories are born, and I don't want any more part-time believers in the monarchy. I want royal fanatics for me because fanaticism is love. Everything else is strictly a surrogate and I have no need for that," Kara began.

"Before, I won great expressions of popularity from the masses. It was wonderful. I thought I was gaining plenty of esteem and friendship. So much friendship from the world I didn't know what to do with it but so much of it was fake. I want absolute love and total devotion to me and if that means only a few reliable souls, so be it. I say better to have a few that are reliable than have a great many that are distractible and indifferent. You can't measure love with numbers. You can only measure it in terms of intensity, in terms of loyalty. That's what I want and that's what you should all want," Kara continued.

"So, let's be a real family this Christmas holiday. Fuck the noise. Let it be just us together for this moment. Merry Christmas," Kara toasted.

Author's Notes: This episode was based on The Crown 2x05 and finishes off the season. Season 3 is likely to be simply the next year chronologically in AOS but I'm open to some time-skips.