The Real Villian

Year: 4055; Day: 240

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It was much too early to be awake. The nightshift guards were still on duty and even Jove, who usually came before I woke up, wasn't there.

With great reluctance, I carefully slipped into the exported blood red casual dress. The laced sleeves itched at my soft shoulders.

A new color looked so gorgeous on me. It was only a dress, I kept telling myself that, yet it seemed to hold such a greater meaning. I wanted everyone in my city to experience this-- experience the freedom and the excitement of variety, of something new and interesting. Didn't they deserve a voice?

My thoughts were really bringing me back to my roots. Why did I manipulate, deceive, and threaten to become Queen? It was all for this. For people like myself to look into a mirror and know that their look matches them. There was only so much to do with two stale colors. Of course style mattered, but color mattered too.

The deep red popped in contrast against my pale skin. My ginger, firey hair matched the firey color very well.

Red.

The color of love, the color of rebellion, the color of anger.

I had known what the color looked like, but never had I been able to touch it. To see it against my skin. It wasn't too bright. Quite a heavy color, it seemed to mean a lot more than what it said.

"Your Highness, you look stunning, but your limo is about to leave," an anomalous voice called from behind me. I swiftly turned, the dress followed my movement. It was an old night guard, his eyes were saggy and exhausted.

"Okay," I told him with a tired smile. With one last glance at myself, I quickly proceeded to the doors after the guard.

He held the door open for me. The long, navy blue limousine was waiting for me-- floating exactly five centimeters off the ground. With a small grunt, the guard muttered, "Have fun, Your Ever So Graceful Majesty."

I tilted my head to meet his gaze. "I detect a bit of sarcasm in that statement."

"Really? Gosh, sorry."

My eyes narrowed so precisely, I could see my eyelashes at the edges of my vision. "You serve me, you know. I wouldn't suggest making backhanded comments," I said.

"I don't serve you. I will only serve people who deserve their success, not ones who threaten and lie to get their way," he snarled.

With a glower, I mumbled a few chromatic words under my breath. "What is your name?"

"Jery Seden. I dare you to dispose of me. It'll just prove how right I am."

My eyes must've looked conflagrant. My blood was at a low simmer, but the heat was rising with every passing second between us. With a small step closer to the quite corpulent man, I set my jaw. "I'll dispose of you, definitely, but you're not right. You are far from the truth. You don't know me, what I'm trying to do. You're just a plump old man who is used to getting his way," I said through clenched terth.

His expression was unnervingly calm, cool. After a few moments dragged on, it became clear that he wasn't going to respond. I took in deep inhales to slow my heart rate. With one last fiery glare at the guard, I stepped into the limousine.

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"Queen Nova! Our City's beautiful guest," President Greon oddly greeted upon me walking into his office. It looked exactly like my own office-- except the blues were replaced by purples, and the whites were replaced by reds.

"Um. Thanks."

"Take a seat, take a seat," he murmered kindly while gesturing to the velvet purple chair in front of his large desk. Only after eyeing the chair suspiciously, I slumped down into it.

He too sat down in his deep purple chair that mimicked my own. His elbows made their way to the desk, and the president's head was rested neatly in his pudgy hands. Dark brown eyes stared into me with an intense flare.

Shifting in my chair uncomfortably, I asked, "So, what's this meeting about?"

Greon's face finally conveyed some sort of emotion. His lips flickered into a smile for a second as he leaned back into his chair. "I want to talk to you about our Cities, My Queen."

I nodded along. "Okay, talk," I said.

Greon continued, "You're undoubtedly losing control, Queen. There's riots every other day, guards dying, laws losing their meaning. You have to do something about it."

I scrunched my lips and pondered it for a moment. "No," I finally told him.

A flash of confusion and shock crossed his face. He raised a bushy eyebrow. "No? What do you mean no? Look, I know you don't understand what it means to be Queen and all, but--"

I cut him off, "No. I know what it means to be Queen, it means doing the best you can for your people." I leaned in forward and gave him a hard glare. "This life that our citizens are living, it just isn't ideal. Not even ideal, it isn't ethical. How many children do not even know of the color pink? Do not even know their sibling's middle name? I sacrificed so much to be in this position where I can make a change. Some grumble-y old man isn't going to convince me otherwise."

Both his eyebrows were raised high above his stern eyes. He pursed his lips for a second before saying, "You're just a dumb, rebellious teen. You don't deserve to be in any position of power."

I scowled. "That's becoming quite the common phrase. 'You're a dumb teen.' 'You don't deserve this.' Since when have we become such wimps that we're terrified of creating change? Of trusting our future? Kids want to explore the world. Me? I've never seen an ocean, or even a lake for that matter. I haven't seen a live tree. What does that tell you?"

His hands were clenched into tight fists. "It tells me," he said through gritted teeth, "you don't know anything about this world."

"What's there to know? Don't talk, don't touch, don't learn."

His dark eyes were blazing with fire. "This way works perfectly. Besides, you could never change it."

I leaned in a few inches closer to his face. With a beaming smile, I whispered, "Watch me."

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Hey guys !! this chapter is kind of short and poor quality :( school has been stressing me out so much, yesterday I started crying because I got a 96% on a math test 😂😭

Anyways, thanks for reading!! Please vote & comment ♡♡

-K xx