The Queen was resting in her quarters—a converted horse trailer at the top of a stone tower. She was surrounded by knights with bulbous purple protrusions affixed to various areas of their bodies. Their legs, arms, faces and necks all pulsated with purple spores.

The affected knights fanned the Queen with newspapers, rubbed her calloused feet, and dusted her belongings. One of them swept the excess spores out the door and into a barrel where they were set on fire. Any knight without a task to perform stood over their Queen’s bed staring at her with an expression of dumb adoration plastered across their face.

The Queen reclined on a battered velvet chaise lounge, with stuffing pouring from the seams and cigarette burns. She waved her hands and leisurely called out orders to the men filling her room.

The Queen was just beginning to drift off to sleep under the gentle breeze of the newspaper fan, when a servant burst into the room, startling her. “Your majesty! The girl has escaped!”

“She’s what?!” the Queen launched herself off the chaise lounge onto her feet, “How? No one escapes the Chamber!”

“I went in to check on her and it seems she’s dug her way out. I scouted the area, but she is nowhere to be found.”

“Unacceptable!” the Queen shouted. She clapped loudly for the knights’ attention. “Go and find her! Bring her to me!”

The knights marched out of her room, single file and spread out, scouring the kingdom for Coco.

“Dead or alive!” the Queen screamed from her window. “Bring me her fucking head on a plate! I’ll eat her heart!”