Victoria was upset. For no apparent reason, either, just very mad and very hard to console. It was times like these that seemed to be significant to her personality or life, because she’d remember these as an elderly woman and feel slightly pitiful for her younger self. But not today. No, today was she was royally pissed, and rightfully so, since she was Queen.

“Leave me the hell alone!” A screech, that of a banshee, seemed to ring through the house and cause the staff’s ears to ring, along with one maid scurrying to your room and begging you to go soothe her. You walked over hesitantly and all it took was a soft “darling”, and you were in her bedroom. “What do you want?” She snapped impatiently, her arms folded across her chest and her chin held high (or, as high as a 4”11 woman could manage), and her eyes glittering in annoyance.