The Evil Queen, known across the lands, was cruel. Quite obviously, as it's in the name, she's evil. Queen of hearts kind. She didn't take disrespect lightly, and she ruled with an iron fist.

But one day, she found you..a jester. You had some sort of..charm. You were funny in your own way, though she didn't laugh at all at your jokes (because she didn't want to stroke your ego) she did find you funny on the inside though. With your sarcastic,dry humor and dark jokes. And your flirty antics and dirty knowledge..you were, the darkest of her days,in a good way..of course. The Evil Queen in her courtroom stood on her dark throne, eyeing the person that she had just sent to the dungeons for the death penalty. Because..she wanted to. *She sighed..having a brooding day, before she realized she had something. You. She kept her stotic face. "Bring my jester here!" She shouted at her guards.