The Real Villian

Year: 4055; Day: 285

{Song of the chapter: Talk! -The 1975}

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Knock, knock, knock.

"What?" I grumbled towards my bedroom door, still only just waking up.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Lake," I mumbled, "could you be a doll and get the door for me?"

"No."

Knock, knock, knock.

A cool voice called from outside the door, "My Queen, I know you're in there. I have some business matters to discuss with you." My eyes shot open. I knew that voice, I could recognize that voice from miles away.

"Lake, Lake, get up." My words were rushed and held such anxiety and urge in them, it caused Lake to bolt up beside me. His eyes darted around the room until they found mine. His hair was in a blowsy mess, and his eyelids were still half-closed, weighing heavily against his eyes.

He glanced at the door, back at me, and then back at the door. "What's wrong?"

"It's Greon," I whispered. Confusion crossed his features for a few moments until his realization dawned on him.

Quite loudly, if I must say, he blurted, "Oh!"

"Shh!" I hissed.

The knocking continued. "Young Queen," his alluring and steady voice called, "I have some great news to share with you."

"Galaxies. Galaxies. What do I do?" My thoughts scrambled as I leaped off my bed, my feet cowering against the icy marble floor.

Knock, knock, knock.

I swiftly turned towards a mirror on the East wall of my room. It covered nearly half the wall itself. My appearance was messy, indefinitely, and my wispy white nightgown wasn't public-appropriate in the slightest. Lake's reflection sat behind me, he was staring into an unknown place clearly in a daze. He wasn't even blinking, and the glaze over his eyes was nebulous at most. Lake's dark hair was sticking up in spikes across his head in a fit of curls and strands.

I shook my head slightly. Well, he clearly wasn't going to be any help.

Knock, knock, knock. "Queen, I'm not going to disappear. I'm not like your brother or your beloved fugitives."

Each of his words were sinking claws into me-- despite my inutile attempts to rid them. In truly colossal speed, I belted across the room. Grabbing a navy blue t-shirt and white jeans, I rushed into my room's bathroom thanking the universe that it existed.

The time it lasted to pull off my nightgown, squeeze into my jeans, and throw on my t-shirt was quite impressive. Had someone been timing me, I probably could've beaten a universal record.

In sometime during that ordeal, Lake had snapped back to reality. His eyes were set on me when I busted out of the bathroom in a frenzy and a new outfit.

"Uh, what're you doing?" asked Lake. "You can't go out there!"

Knock, knock, knock. "Queen," Greon's suddenly harsh voice snapped, "I'm getting quite impatient."

I shot Lake a look saying, 'Well, what am I supposed to do?'

His lips drew into a line, but he had no altercations for me.

Shaking my head, I hurried to the door and swung it open. President Greon stood in front of me, a look of bemuse crossing his face. His lips curved into a hard smile. "Queen, how grand of you to join me. Come, we have to talk business."