“Stop!” Dior explodes into the room, clutching an opened letter in her hand.

“What do you mean, stop?”

“JUST STOP EVERYTHING! Ok... we can’t go through with this, with any of it!” Dior’s skin flushed red; she was like a firework ready to explode. Her team wore blank and confused expression.

“Why, Roid? Change of heart?” Someone sniggered in the background. Dior did not react, instead she simply opened up the letter and began to read it aloud:

To my darling Dior (or Roid, I don’t know what name you’re going by at this point in time!)

I am writing this from the future, in a parallel universe, many years after me and my team tried to take down the monarchy, the same thing you are currently planning. The reason I’m writing to you is to tell you our plan didn’t work. Let me explain...

You were right about your sister, Lumi. She did poison several members of our team, as well as the king, her own father, with those apples. Although she insists that her father’s poisoning was an “accident.” Lumi then ran away from the palace after thinking she had killed her father (spoiler alert- she’ didn’t, he’s just in a coma he can’t be woken from) and didn’t want the responsibility of the monarchy of her shoulders. She ran to a cottage where she met a disowned member of our team, Fifer. Remember them? Probably not, they were totally irrelevant, or so I thought! Fifer tells Lumi about our team and our leader, Roid. Me. You. She doesn’t catch on at first that it’s actually her sister in charge of an organisation out to take down the monarchy, but it doesn’t take long.

So, Dior. I’m begging for you to change your plan. You need to be a step ahead. Because Lumi, Fifer, your mother Ophelia, along with some feminist organisation called The Seven Sisters, manage to find out everything about us and our organisation and take us down. They didn’t kill me, they’ve given me a life sentence in prison because they wanted me to slowly suffer for the rest of my life. Life here is peaceful and quiet. And I hate it. I should be on that throne so we can carry on our plan. So I need you to be smart. Do something wild and unexpected, something these losers aren’t ready for.

This is your second chance, please don’t ruin it.

All my love, Dior