*Primrose and Bluebell are being chased down the hall by a servant who's trying to make them look presentable.*

Bluebell: I'm done for! Father will kill me!

Primrose: don't worry. Nobody will even notice us coming in. *She draws the curtain and the two sisters come out in front of their parents and a cheering crowd.*

Bluebell: *glares at Primrose* "Nobody will even notice."

Primrose: *laughs nervously then groans*

Queen: *walks over to them* Ah, the young princesses. *She hugs them before she whispers to Bluebell* Bluebell, you were just named Princess Regent. You are now responsible for overseeing all the temples. I suggest you get over there and thank your father.

Bluebell: *grins and hurries over to Pharaoh.*

Queen: Apparently, Primrose, someone thought she just needed the opportunity.

Primrose: *smiles and goes to Bluebell and Pharaoh* my lord Pharaoh, I propose that the High Priests offer a tribute to their new regent!

Pharaoh: an excellent idea! Starscream, Shockwave!

*Starscream and Shockwave jump then grumble softly then Shockwave gets an idea.*

Shockwave: Starscream.

Starscream: hm?

Shockwave: the Iacon boy.

Starscream: that's a good idea!

Shockwave: go get him.

*While Starscream leaves, Primrose and Bluebell sit down as a spotlight shines on Shockwave.*

Shockwave: by the power of Ra! We present for your delectation and delight an exotic apparition from far away lands.

*A tent goes up behind him and the smoke disappears. The tent drops, revealing a beautiful red and sapphire mech by the name of Optimus sitting on a Dinobot. His wrists are tied and he's breathing heavily as he looks around the room. He's clearly frightened but beneath all of that, he still looks glorious and proud.*

Primrose: *blushes slightly*

Bluebell: *smiles*

Shockwave: we offer you this delicate desert flower. *He pulls the rope which binds Optimus' wrists and he goes flying off the Dinobot and staggers to a stop just a few feet away from the young Princesses.*

Bluebell: *gets up* let us inspect this desert flower. *She takes Optimus' face in her servo. He tries to bite her servo but she pulls back just in time, the crowd gasping in surprise* More like a desert cobra!

Primrose: *laughs* not much of a snake charmer, are you, Blue?

Bluebell: that's why I give him to you! *She pushes Primrose towards Optimus*

Primrose: No, no, that's quite generous but-

Optimus: I won't be given to anyone! Especially an arrogant, pampered palace brat!

*Primrose and the crowd are shocked while Bluebell laughs.*

Bluebell: Are you going to let him talk to you like that?

Primrose: *pulls away from her sister and points to Optimus* you will show the proper respect to a princess of Cybertron!

Optimus: but I am showing you the respect you deserve. None!

*The crowd gasps and Optinus manages to yank the rope out of Shockwave's servos and starts to flail it around like a whip. Two guards jump in to restrain him but Primrose stops them.*

Primrose: no! Wait! *She jumps forward and manages to grab the end of the rope and begins to wrestle with Optimus*

Optimus: untie this rope! I demand you set me free!

Primrose: be still!

Optimus: let go!

Primrose: *looks behind him to the shallow garden pool and smiles* as you wish. *She lets go of the rain and Optinus sails backwards into the pool and is dunked*

Primrose: *laughs then stops when she sees the disappointed look her mother casts her way.*

Bluebell: *laughs as she places an arm around her sister's shoulders and gestures to a servant helping Optimus out if the pool* you there! Have him dried up and sent to Princess Primrose's chambers. If it pleases you, Father, my first act as Princess Regent is to appoint Primrose as Royal Chief Architect!

*She takes off her ring and places it on Primrose's middle finger then raises both their arms in the air in a symbol of unity. The crowd breaks into a roar of approval. Primrose smiles, pleased, but her smile fades when she sees Optimus being led out of the hall. He glares at her and Primrose becomes uneasy, knowing that she has to go back to her chambers and face him.*