Dear Diary.....

I don’t know if I should be excited or depressed

But I met with another Queen today. I assure you. It wasn’t a casual moment. 

Our first words weren't shared over a cup of tea in a garden party. Neither was she a neighbor coming over to borrow salt.

I live in a forest, locked in a Temporal Space

Even my own Court Officials can’t find me

Yet here I am, talking to this human Queen.

The woman was covered in blood and scars. Her royal dress ripped from running around. It felt like she was the victim of something atrocious. 

Yet, why does SHE look like a stone-cold killer?

A heart of iron.

..... Ahem.

I kindly asked what did she wanted... And stop dripping blood on my carpet.

The woman introduced herself to me.

Queen Victoria of the British Empire.

She said someone attempted to assassinate her.

For the FIFTH Time.

Now, she needs to hide from her pursuers until the Royal Regiment comes to her defense and take her back home to the Buckingham Palace.

This British Monarch kindly asked if I could let her hide in my home.

...............

I nodded in understanding

As a fellow Queen, I sympathized with her.

And closed the door.

I was not cruel. No, no. I said something nice to her.

"Good Luck"

But this large Queen was surprisingly fast.

She drop kicked my door open and knocked me out.

...This was not a proper duel between Queens.

I demand a rematch...... after my Rehab.