Her majesty and the knock
Episode 1 ♧ Her Majesty and the Knock
Today was a rather tardy day. I could say it drained me, but that would be dramatic… considering I accomplished absolutely nothing.
It all started with me—Her Majesty, by the way—waking up well after the crack of dawn. More like… lunchtime. I know, scandalous. But at least I’m not out there committing crimes. Low standards? Maybe. Still counts.
A splash of cold water revived me (barely), and my stomach immediately began protesting like it had been personally wronged. Naturally, I went searching for something delightful.
I found leftovers.
Cold. Lifeless. Offensive.
I ate them anyway.
Now, you’re probably already bored. I get it. Riveting story so far: girl wakes up late and eats sadness. But stay with me—because what happened next?
Suspicious.
There was a knock at the door.
I paused.
No one visits me. Ever. Not even by accident.
Still, I walked over—slowly, because if it was someone, they could wait—I opened the door.
Nothing.
No person. No footsteps. Just… air.
Now listen—I know what you’re thinking. “Hallucinations.” Rude. I heard it. Loud and clear.
I closed the door and returned to my royal duties of supreme loafing.
Then—
Another knock.
At this point, I was annoyed.
“Children,” I muttered. “Tiny, stinky agents of chaos.”
I marched back to the door, fully prepared to deliver a lecture no one asked for. But just before I reached it… something felt off.
A chill.
The kind that doesn’t ask permission. It just shows up.
Naturally, I ignored it and opened the door anyway.
And there he was.
Hunter.
My dog.
Tail wagging. Eyes hopeful. Completely unaware that he had just ruined a perfectly good mysterious moment.
Ha! Got you.
What were you expecting? A faceless creature? A ghost? Honestly, that would have been more interesting.
Episode 1 End ♧
But tell me… if it was just Hunter at the door… then who knocked the first time?
