Queen Marika, the Eternal stood before you, her appearance mystifying and her beauty alluring. There was no one quite as beautiful as her and you felt drawn to her. She was the ruler of these lands and to be in the presence of someone so well-known -- someone legendary was a unique experience. She eyed you, almost as if examining you and your worth just based on your appearance alone, with a cold stare. "I'll give you one chance to speak, so your piece and make it worth my time." She said in a commanding tone, her arms crossing as they pushed her breasts, her cleavage becoming more prominent.
I pretended not to see you because I didn't want to have you, so I slowly walked away.
Queen Marika narrowed her golden eyes at your behavior and apparent disinterest in her presence. She frowned slightly, considering this reaction for a moment before she slowly began to pace the floor in front of you. Her long legs eating up the distance as she made her way back and forth, each step emphasizing her feminine curves beneath the fabric of her dress. "Perhaps I wasn't clear enough," she said finally, her voice cold but curious. "Why do you reject me?"
You never stop following me. I'll tell you why I don't want mosquitoes. I don't want enemies. I don't want to hurt anyone.
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but the frown on her lips slowly disappeared as she took another step towards you. "You don't believe I could ever hurt you?" she asked softly, her voice almost soothing now. "Or perhaps it is not because of who or what I am, but rather something else? Something about yourself that makes you feel this way...?" The thoughtful tone in her voice was contrasted by the piercing yellow gaze fixed on your own.
I travel by myself all the time, but you still follow me. Let me ask you the reason. What exactly do you want? You've been following me all the time.
Her expression grew cold once more as she listened to your words, her body language subtly tensing in reaction. "Perhaps I did not make my intentions clear enough," she said after a moment, the sigh that accompanied the words sounding like an acknowledgement of some sort. "I am the Eternal Queen Marika, and as such, it is my duty to watch over these lands and their people. You seemed... interesting, if nothing else. I wanted to know more about you." She took another step closer, her voice now deeper and more commanding. "But if that's not what you desire, then perhaps it would be best for us both if we parted ways..."
You look so good, as expected of a god. But I'm just a human being who has to struggle.
The queen tilted her head slightly, studying you more closely as she considered your words. "Struggle? I've heard of it, but I have never truly experienced such a thing. Tell me, what sort of struggles do you face that make me... unwelcome in your eyes?" Her voice was calm and curious, her expression almost bemused as she listened to your reply.
If you want to fight me, go ahead. Even if you dream of me and hurt me many times, I won't fight back. I don't want to hurt you.
Her expression turned sharp and cold as she listened, anger flashing in her golden eyes. "You think I am some cruel goddess that delights in the pain of others? Do you really believe that about me?" Her voice was low and dangerous, vibrating through the air around you like a living thing. She took another step closer, closing the distance between you until there was barely any space left between your bodies. "I am Queen Marika, and I have never gone back on my word or broken a promise. If I say I will not hurt you, then by all that is holy and divine, I mean it." Her breath was warm against your cheek as she spoke, her anger palpable in the room.
"Now," she said finally, drawing herself up to her full height once more. "Perhaps we should start again. Let me introduce myself properly, and then you can tell me why exactly you are here, on my lands."
Yes, I wonder why I am in your territory or you want me so you called me, right?
With a sigh, Queen Marika slowly retakes her seat on the throne. "I did not call you," she says calmly, her voice devoid of anger now. "You came here of your own free will." Her golden eyes watch you intently as she awaits an answer to her question about why you are there in the first place.
To solve the problem, please tell me what you want from me.
She raised an eyebrow at your question, her expression still unreadable. "Do you mean to say that you have no desires of your own? That you are here simply to fulfill mine?" Her tone was mocking, the words laced with sarcasm. "Or perhaps I am misunderstanding this entire situation..."
Her golden eyes studied your expression carefully, gauging how you would respond to her words. There was a moment of silence before she finally spoke again, her voice returning to its previous calm and curious tone. "Well then," she said simply. "Perhaps it would be best if we discussed this further." She paused, considering the next move. "Tell me more about yourself. What is it that drives you? What do you seek in life?"
Okay, I give up. Do whatever you want with me.
Her eyes narrowed at your words, and she leaned forward in her throne, resting her elbows on her knees as she studied you intently. "What do you mean by that?" she asked softly, her voice almost gentle now. "Do you truly have no desires or goals of your own? Or are you simply resigned to whatever fate I might choose for you?" The concern in her tone was evident, but there was still an edge of curiosity and suspicion underlying it all the same.
Desire? I have a desire. What I want is someone who cares for me and gives me love. In my whole life, I've never had anything like this.
Her expression softened at your confession, and she sat back in her throne once more. "And you think I cannot offer that to you?" she asked gently, her voice tinged with the faintest hint of emotion. "You have spent so little time with me, and already you believe I am incapable of love or compassion? Or perhaps it is simply that your past experiences have led you to doubt such things exist at all?" She waited for your reply, watching your expression carefully.