The Real Villian

Year: 4055; Day: 105

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The door slammed open. The first thing to be seen was an abundance of overly puffy dark blue and white formal dresses. And then, underneath them all, you could slightly make out the face of a famaliar Authority guard-- the same one from yesterday.

She, along with two other guards, squeezed their way through the door frame while carrying what looked to be at least seventy dresses.

"Galaxies. I think I only need one," I said once they had all settled with the dresses piled around their bodies.

The guard in the middle laughed, and the two around her turned towards the door. And then they walked out, leaving me alone with a guard and masses of dresses.

She smiled at me. "Pick one, Your Highness."

I glanced over my desk. They all looked the same, to be quite honest. Every dress was overly poofy with long sleeves and a collar that could almost be considered a turtle neck. With a small sigh, I stood up from my chair and walked around the desk to take a closer look at the dresses. There seemed to be an even number of white and blue dresses, but all the white ones just looked like wedding dresses.

"Which one do you like?" The guard's flat voice asked, bringing me out of my immersion.

I held back a grimace while trying to refrain from saying, 'Absolutely none of them'. I met her hazel eyes and forced a smile. "None of them are really doing it for me. May I look around some more?"

"Of course, Your Highness."

I stepped around a few dresses and moved further towards the back of the room. A few had caught my eye, they were less miserably awful than the others, but none really screamed 'Queen Nova'.

Then I saw it.

A small, completely modern white dress laid next to a deep blue one that looked centuries old. A grin broke out on my face. I reached down and grabbed the white dress. The material was smooth and in small quantity.

I held held the dress closer to my body and turned to face the guard. "This is the one," I told her.

Her face fell. "Really? That one is so boring and casual. Really, My Queen, you'd fare much better in one of these other dresses...." She trailed off while grabbing various dresses.

I shook my head. "This is definitely what I want. All these other dresses look like they're from the 1800's," I said with a sour face.

She pursed her lips, but quickly broke into a sigh and nodded. "Okay. Whatever you'd like, Your Highness."

I beamed and nodded eagerly. "This is definitely what I'd like. Please rid my room of any other dress, now. I want to be in peace." The guard nodded and started gathering as many dresses she could fit in her arms.

It took her three trips back and forth to finally clear the room. On her last trip, she hesitated at the door and turned her head towards me.

"Oh, Your Highness, have you found a date yet?"

I tilted my chin up towards her with raised eyebrows. "I'm not bringing a date."

With an abrupt gasp, the guard nearly dropped all the dresses she carrying. "Your Highness, you must bring a date! All other Presidents are bringing a date, you will look unprofessional," she stammered.

I pondered this idea for a moment. Actually, I did need to salvage my dying power. "Okay," I finally agreed. "You can find me a date. I don't care who it is, as long as they're quiet and in good standing."