As they parted from each other at the end of their first encounter, the Queen recalled the moment when it had become clear to Her that She would meet ‘The Girl’ someday. 

She closed Her eyes and brought to mind the exact words She had confessed to the only woman She truly trusted about this premonition. In doing so, She played the game of remembering them, comparing them to what had just happened. 

“Freya, I keep seeing her, I keep dreaming about her, and I know she keeps dreaming about me. I have many other dreams. They are sweet, but strangely, they are also filled with blood, lust, and demons. Those creatures are my past, and I live with them, but still, I keep seeing them—and also the girl, ‘the girl,’ in those and other dreams. 

She appears in them as a side figure, just for brief moments, but she exists. She is many animals, creatures, and then she is back as a woman, a girl—the one she probably is. There is one more thing: when I dream about her, I know she dreams about me. I know I will meet her.” 

She remembered saying these words to Freya while maintaining Her perfect balance, feigning indifference, checking Her sword, Her weapons, Her whip measured in every gesture, as She was accustomed to doing. Her Royal spirit and natural beauty, although tentatively hidden beneath a cold and rebellious attitude, were so strikingly powerful that no one could stand close to Her without wondering what She was hiding. Her curves beneath the too-masculine jacket, her nipples brushing against the black fabric, the pearl-like allure of her navel at the center of her toned abdomen, her private scent, and the secret chambers her mind could host.

As She spoke those words, shivers and thrills of excitement silently crawled up and down Her spine. Naughty as She was, She now played the game of remembering those sensations as well. Naughty as She was, She remembered closing Her eyes, savoring them, challenging them to awaken creamy pleasures She would suppress, inflicting Herself with sweet, delightful pain that heightened Her enjoyment. 

“I know you see her. I knew you were seeing something. It has been months since I started noticing, and I saw it growing. I was waiting for You to tell me about them, little one.” 

Thus replied Freya, the only one in the Universe allowed to address the Queen this way. With those words, once again, Freya proved capable of feeling Her, respecting the bond between them while making those thrills nearly impossible to contain. 

“You are naughty—naughty and amazing, …mother,” She said, turning Her gaze from the blade of Her sword to Freya. As She did so, Her hair swayed naturally, exuding a sexiness that could have unleashed lust even from a Saint.

“I need to meet her. I need it to happen, and she needs it too. I know how it will have to happen. It will have to be here; she will need to find her way to me. I am waiting for that day, and I know it will come. I know she is searching for the way to me, and I will ease that. I will be with two little sexy ghouls, Luna and Selene, by my side. I want them bleeding, and I want the girl to see it that day—it will be… energy. I will study her, and she will see something about me.”

She closed the statement with a smile, almost a soft moan, allowing Herself to let it slide—how much She desired that day to come.