Once upon a time there was a kingdom. A big, wealthy kingdom where the people lived in happiness, dancing and laughing all day long. Life was good and everyone was happy.

Well, everyone except for one person. Though, she didn't exactly live in the kingdom, but rather in-between two, in the woods that seperated them.

In a small cottage she had made a living for herself. Away from society, no one visited and she was alone. Well, almost alone.

In the little clearing, the not so young woman, Valentine, was just about to venture inside her big old house, when a raven came flying, croaking loudly. The woman smiled, but whether it was because of joy at seeing her old friend, or the thoughts of her evil plans, we do not know. We just know that the black bird came with good news and Valentine was behaving oddly cheerful as she went to get the dinner started, a small skip at the brink of breaking out.

She hummed an old song under her breath and waited for the fire to begin to heat the pot so that she could boil the potatoes.

'The darkness is spreading
The birds know she's heading, closer
She's coming, clear way
She's here, on redemption day.
'And the King lock his castle
The queen forming hassle
The villiages flee
The bird they take fly
They know what's in store
When the Queen comes ashore
She ruins the kingdom
She takes the throne
She wears a crown, although she leads alone'

Valentine started chopping the vegetables, her hand gracefully executing the movements without stalling even the slightest bit.

'And the Queen, in her might,
Aye she did everything right
But the King who betray,
Yes he is the one to pay
She's back, never fell,
She's here, so watch out,
Cause there will be hell'

She chuckled under her breath and finished with the chopping, putting the potatoes in the now boiling water.

The meat was getting grilled over the warm fire as she set the table for herself. When the food was ready to eat, she sat down and put some of the well cooked food on her plate, her etiquette evident in her movements. 

As Valentine ate, aware of how much better her life could've been if it hadn't been for that confounded King, she thought about the information she'd gotten earlier. 

She glanced outside the window that faced the path up to her cottage and planned. 

She knew that if she wanted a new chance at going back, this was the time.

She was a royal. She would get what she wanted. She would get revenge.

Oh, how the King would beg for mercy as she took everything he loved and cherished, his kingdom along. The kingdom he stole from her.

Oh, she would get revenge. And she was starting with the King.

So watch out you little King, because the Queen is coming.

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My mom just got a new fetish: birds. She bought five birdhouses and big bags full of bird food... should I be worried?