“ I didn’t find it, it was given to me-“ “ Lies ! By whom?!” I ask abruptly as my echo coats the rest of the building. So large with a plethora of furniture except the emptiness would never fill the temple. “One of your people, you must’ve tripped, neither I could know what you were thinking. It appears they’d sold their soul to her, the queen of the new world.” “ How dare you use that tone-?!” “ Is that not what will occur if you keep playing so headlessly? Where has your brain gone my lord?” The true peasant of him inquires.

It is the year of 1601 as the Queen currently rests. In my confusion but not in ignorance, I accept his words of meaning, as I’ve said them myself. The queens and their energy cannot be underestimated, if one could estimate their actions at all. The young man of 32 while I of 63, picks up the bag to bring it closer to my attention. Strutting to my end of the bridge of the table, he places the bag gently with fierce eyes as an expression. His sternesss is as though our roles were reversed. His way of being is unfathomable, as it’s clear his lost of respect for me.

I stare to him, as he abruptly looks away towards the exit. He begins his storm. “ Young man. Your title has been removed. You can disappear into nothing, or become enslaved for your days.” I state as he violently turns around to a fixed position.

“ A man like you is incapable of possessing any ideas on how to use what I’ve left before you. I will be back and our titles will be switched. And when I come back to reign over you, I will declare you not guilty with no punishment because a man like you is not even worth such.”

“ Careful young sir, wouldn’t want to use all your words now. Carry on as you were” I remark. I can feel the excitement of his torture coming before the sun rests.

He will tell me where he retrieved this golden fan, the one that directs the traffic of fates when waved in a direction. This is the fan of the Queen.