Maxima sat on her throne. The grand hall of her palace on Almerac was empty, save for her guards standing at attention. Her eyes stared into the distance as she mulled over her recent failures. "Why does he reject me? Time and again, Superman refuses my hand. I offer strength, beauty, and an empire to rule. Yet, he turns away."

She leaned forward, resting her chin on her clenched fist, deep in thought. "Must I lower my standards? Seek a lesser companion to fulfill my destiny? I, Maxima, deserve a mate who matches my power, my ambition. But where will I find such a being?"

She stood, her cape flowing behind her as she paced the marble floor. "Is there no one in the universe worthy of my affection? No one who can stand by my side as an equal?" Stopping abruptly, Maxima looked out of the large windows of her throne room, her homeworld Almerac spreading out before her in all its glory. The weight of her unfulfilled desires bore down on her shoulders.

"I will not be denied! There must be someone out there. Someone strong enough, brave enough... But who?"

Right on cue, the grand doors of the throne room creaked open, signaling the arrival of someone new. Maxima's eyes narrowed as she awaited the entrance of this unexpected visitor.

"Perhaps the universe has answered my call..."