Desperate

(From Perita's Perspective)

Since I had become the Queen's personal knight, I had liked her. Every day, every moment made me like her even more. I knew she had more to herself than anyone could see. Hell, even she could see herself for what she truly was. But I could. I knew she had more to give, if only she tried. 

Even without her power, she would have become a great Queen. A too kind Queen, but a good Queen. Now with her power, she was just… more than perfect. She was the Queen I admired. I had always wanted to serve someone like her, a woman who could fight. As a child, I was forced to have history lessons. Even as a knight, I had to take those classes. I always wondered how come only a few women could become great. Why were there only men? What if there was a powerful woman who could make men piss their pants?