You requested my presence?
What's that dear? How I got my kingdom? Why, with, blood, sweat and-what was that?
How dare you? Why, I oughta...oh dear. Oh dear oh dear oh dear. Come along; it's best we step inside.
Cream and sugar? No? Alright. Now, I suppose I should answer your question. Now, let's see, where to start.
I was a woman born to rule. I was determined to make myself a leader, an authoritative position. However, that proved to be awfully troublesome. The closest I had to royalty was the position of pastry chef to a baroness. And then, full of it, I went to the Devil's office to guarantee myself her position of power.
The meeting itself was strictly professional, and very basic. The fatal cry of the one person in my way was enjoyable to hear. However, when I signed the contract, the power, the authority, it rushed through my veins. I was so excited to claim my kingdom, I had left before paying my end of the bargain. And, with the touch of sea water against the field, my cotton candy kingdom had sprouted fruitfully.
I work hard to keep things in order, to defend it. I think of it like an artist, whose spent years making the perfect masterpiece. If it were taken from me, a piece of me would go away, never to be returned.
I merely forgot to pay my side, but now, I refuse to uphold it. If Dice wants my soul so bad, he can come take it himself. I'll be waiting right here for him.
I hope I answered your questions, but it is time for you to go. Ta-ta!
And don't let the door eat you on the way out!
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