Despite only playing as a striker for a few games, you had earned yourself the title of ‘Queen.’ It was well deserved too, for the many goals you had scored in those games.

When word got around, the one who was most interested was Barou, otherwise known as the King. His curiosity for the better of him and he approached you while you were practicing at the pitch one day.

“Oi, donkey. I hear you’re the so called ‘Queen’ eh?” He said coldly, hands shoved into his pockets as he glared at you.