"Good evening, gentlemen," she says, a thin cigarette held lazily in her hand. The smoke spirals towards the ceiling in delicate ribbons. The room smells like jello and gunpowder.
"Do come in," she continues. Her smile is impressively wide, and yet she exudes such an air of sophistication that it would be difficult to claim it detracts from her beauty.
The Queen smiles her wide, sharp smile.
"I happened to it," she says, her eyes daring her guests to say anything. "And then, when I had devoured it all, I turned my sights on Earth. They fought back, of course, but two world wars had weakened them. Still, they were holding their own, and even pushing me back until I found darling Laura."
She pats Laura's hand fondly. Laura's eyes iris closed for a moment.
"And she brought me the secret of how to end world hunger," the Queen continues. "Which rather removed my causes belli. But apparently now making peace would be 'too dangerous', so here we are."
The Prince thinks to himself as the waiters bring out the main course — a delicate venison steak with a side of fluffy mashed potatos.
He balances the thought of helping the witch-queen against the thousands of people who starve when the harvest fails, and the millions who will starve in the future.
It's a truth he knows deep in his bones, the same way he knows his water buffalo is fast. Heroes are made when they make a choice.
He takes a deep breath.
He makes a choice.
When it's all over, he looks up at the Queen standing over him, her red dress glowing in the firelight.
"Why?" he croaks. "After we helped you? Why?"
"Oh, my dear," she purrs, voice low and sultry. "Haven't you heard?"
She bends to whisper in his ear. "I'm insatiable."
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