As the sun rose over the horizon, the Queen stood atop a hill, surveying the neighboring kingdom. Her armies, a formidable force of disciplined soldiers, awaited her command. With a swift motion, she signaled the advance.

The clash of steel echoed through the valley as her forces surged forward, executing a meticulously crafted strategy. Each unit moved with precision, flanking the enemy and cutting off their escape routes. The element of surprise was on their side, and within hours, the once-mighty defenses crumbled.

The Queen, a master tactician, had anticipated every move of her adversaries. Her forces captured the turrets, and soon the banners of her kingdom flew high above the conquered land. As the dust settled, she addressed her troops, praising their bravery and unity.

Yet, as she looked over the fallen kingdom, a sense of responsibility weighed heavily on her heart. Conquest was not merely about power; it was about the lives affected by her decisions. With a determined spirit, she vowed to rule with wisdom and compassion, ensuring that her new subjects would find peace under her reign.

Whispers of discontent filled the air, as the previous rulers, humiliated by their defeat, sought a scapegoat for their failures. FTCL, one of the main Alliances, had become the target of their ire.

As the council debated strategies, the Queen revealed a crucial piece of information. “Before our invasion, the 231 Armies were approached by the 229 rulers, seeking to eliminate FTCL. 

Unbeknownst to FTCL, a secret arrangement had been made between their own government and the Queen, but the Queen had no intention of following through with the destruction of FTCL.

Instead, she took a different approach. Gathering her most trusted advisors, the Queen ordered her intelligence network to investigate the claims made by the fallen government. What she discovered was shocking: the information they had provided was riddled with inconsistencies and deceit. 

Realizing the depth of the corruption, the Queen devised a plan. Rather than annihilating FTCL and its innocent citizens, she would expose the truth. She believed that revealing the government’s treachery would not only save FTCL but also unite its people against their corrupt leaders.

Gasps rippled through the ranks of fighters, confusion and disbelief etched on their faces. The Queen continued, “I have gathered evidence of their treachery, and I will not allow innocent lives to be sacrificed for their greed and ambition.”

As the evidence unfolded, the reality of their government’s betrayal became undeniable.

The fighters of FTCL, once ready to defend their kingdom against the Queen, now found themselves questioning everything they had been told.

F31roger stood before the Queen, his heart pounding as he awaited the evidence she had promised. The weight of the moment pressed heavily on him, and as she presented the documents, he felt a chill run down his spine. The papers detailed the machinations of the fallen government, revealing that he had been marked as a target due to political discourse among the leaders had towards FTCL.

As he read through the evidence, a wave of heartbreak washed over him. The realization that the leaders he had trusted were willing to sacrifice him and his fellow fighters to appease the Queen was a bitter pill to swallow. They had conspired to paint him as a traitor, all while seeking to manipulate the narrative for their own gain.

F31roger’s mind raced with questions, each one more troubling than the last:

“Why did this happen?” He had fought valiantly for the 229 kingdom, believing in their cause and the promise of unity. Yet, here he stood, betrayed by those he had sworn to protect.

“Why am I getting punished for fighting for 229?”  He had dedicated himself to the fight, only to find that his loyalty had been twisted into a weapon against him. The very leaders he had supported had turned their backs on him.

“Why did the leaders let this happen?” The betrayal cut deep. How could they allow their own people to be sacrificed for their political games? The thought of their greed and ambition left him feeling hollow.

“Should I even be fighting if I am not appreciated?” Doubt crept into his heart. Was his sacrifice in vain? Did his fellow fighters even recognize the risks he had taken for their cause?

“Should I sacrifice my troops and allegiance to 229 if they do not want it?” The moral dilemma weighed heavily on him. He had always believed in the fight for justice, but now he questioned whether that fight was worth the cost of loyalty to a corrupt alliance.

As he stood there, grappling with his thoughts, the Queen observed him with a mixture of empathy and understanding. She recognized the turmoil within him and knew that this moment could change the course of their destinies.

As F31roger listened to the Queen’s words, he felt a profound shift within himself. Her willingness to reveal the truth, to stand against the corruption of the fallen government, showcased a level of integrity he had longed to see in a leader. It resonated deeply with one of his core tenets and foundational beliefs: that true leadership is defined by honesty, accountability, and the courage to do what is right, even in the face of adversity.

In that moment, clarity washed over him. He realized that this was not just a political alliance; it was a chance to align himself with someone who shared his values. The Queen’s commitment to justice and her refusal to exploit the situation for her own gain solidified his respect for her. He knew right then and there that she was HIS Queen.

With a newfound sense of purpose, F31roger made a vow. He would never attack her, even though she was undeniably more powerful. This decision was not born out of fear, but rather as a symbolic gesture of his gratitude and respect. He recognized that true strength lay not in brute force, but in the ability to inspire loyalty through integrity.

As he looked into the Queen’s eyes, he felt a connection that transcended the political landscape. “You are my Queen,” he declared, his voice steady. 

Before F31roger left the capital, he felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. The weight of their conversation lingered in the air, and as he prepared to step into the unknown, he wanted to leave a mark of camaraderie with the Queen. 

In a moment of spontaneity, he offers her a fist bump—a gesture that felt both informal and out of place given her royal status. Realizing this wasn’t proper, he apologized.

To his surprise, the Queen’s eyes sparkled with amusement. She chuckled softly, her laughter breaking the tension that had built up between them. “Is that how you greet your Queen?” she teased, her smile infectious.

F31roger felt a flush of embarrassment wash over him, but her lightheartedness eased his discomfort. “I shouldn’t have fist bumped…” he replied, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.