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Queen Beatrice stared at the self made woman before her. Oh, all the perils and troubles that it took to get her were she was. So how could she let some ‘little’ homeless girl take it from her. She was Queen, and she would be Queen until her last breathe. She will be sitting on the throne when the last breathe leaves that imposters mouth.

A soft knock on her door averted her attention from herself. “Enter,” she said softly.

The door slowly opened as her most loyal servant entered the room.

“Symon, its so lovely to see you. Come a little closer,” the Queen said joyfully, raising from her seat and ushering the boy who stood shyly by the door.

In her presence he was instantly a little kid. She was his role model and an excellent mother figure compared to his ‘weak’ mother as he liked to say that died to bring him into the world. The man that had come of age for too long ago, blushed as he steppe