we’ve been friends for so long. together we make up one of the most exciting, fun, tragic, tearful, triumphant relationships i will ever know. i’ve never liked a smile more than yours, i’ve never enjoyed crying like i do when you do, i’ve never gotten butterflies at the sound of a voice like i do yours. but no more. we don’t match, together we made the greatest king and queen of social hierarchy. however, when the king and queen don’t get along, the kingdom will suffer. for our friends we created an uncomfortable unbearable, indescribably awkward experience. you have taken the kingdom and everyone in it, and know i will not be building another for revenge. i’m done with you, i’ve finally had enough. you broke me down, built me back up, then broke me down again. if someone other than myself is going to build me back up again, i will not let it be you. the only question now is: will the circle be unbroken? will all the maidens of our kingdom compete for the position of the queen? if so, have them know the job is not only popularity and loyal subordinates, it also comes with a myriad of problems you must learn to solve while keeping everyone happy. if no one knows about a scandal after it’s already happened, than you’ve solved it correctly. but you also have to know when to make issues public for attention. you should not have to broadcast others’ personal problems to keep yourself relevant. without me, your kingdom is nothing. you will not find a queen equal to my decade of preparation. from the day i met you, you were grooming me to become queen, you will not find one equal to my skill. then, your majesty, your empire will fall. and it is only my biggest hope that it takes you on its way down.

Yours truly,

Your Obedient Servant: Fallen Queen