Dear Diary.....

Is it so hard to get peace and quiet these days? I know I carry the title of Queen, but it would still be nice to walk away from my duties and relax.

It’s not like I fool around with a Gnome behind the throne, scandals and paparazzi are troublesome. Neither am I in the mood to play around with questionable Dragon Powder. I prefer to be addicted to sweets.

All I want in my life, is to sit down, read a book, and have a nice cup of tea.

Yet...

There was this woman knocking on my oak tree. How bothersome. But even when I ignored her, the tapping became more violent. I had to answer or risk having my front door explode.

So I opened my door....... and vomitted.

The woman in question was covered in blood, from head to toe.

........

I was a Queen of Fairy Magic. I've fought in messy arcane wars in order to obtain this high position...

... Yet here I was, on my hands and knees throwing up like a pregnant dog.

When I recovered and splashed perfume all over my front door, I asked what she wanted.

The woman said the Ottoman Imperials were pursuing her. She request for sanctuary, which I guess translate to shelter.

Along with 30 other men she dragged from the battlefield. Many of which missing an arm or a leg.

I vomited again.

When I regained my composure, she hoped I could let her stay in my residence so she could nurse them back to health.

... I remember that I had freshly baked scones. I knew I wasn't going to eat them any time soon. What a waste.

To avenge myself, I asked for her name.

The woman covered from head to toe in blood told me.

Florence Nightingale.

I nodded in understanding, and replied.

H*ll no.

...But before I can slam the door, the b*tch stabbed me with a needle. It was as long as my whole leg. Right in my thigh... it was no thicker than a pencil.

I ended up falling asleep in my own vomit for the next 20 hours.

I honestly hate humans.

つづく。