Audience with a Monarch

The moonlight glimmered softly off of the black cone-like spire that was the castle cut out of a mountain of black crystal, jutting out of the white deserts of Hueco Mundo as it had for centuries in what could be seen as an act of defiance against the brutal nature of this world; surrounding it, on the other side of the crystallized moat shimmering in every color imaginable in turn, stood a vast city of white crystal, though in its current shape it appeared to be more of a collection of slums than a proper city. But the Queen was certain that one day it would stand again in its former glory, no longer under a veil of neglect and disrepair as it was now, and that the Queendom would rise once more. Migitsuin, one of the younger twins of her trio of attendants, was, as were her twin and her older sister, confident that such would be the case. They had seen their Queen accomplish incredible things, and believed Aizen’s trickery to be little more than a minor setback.

The Queen was busy doing Queen-y things, and thus for the first few days, if not weeks, of her returned rule, she was sending one of her attendants at a time down to the gate to watch for newcomers and settle them into the city, or otherwise direct them to the Queen herself. Today was Migi’s gate duty, so she sat atop the black crystalline arc, legs dangling over the edge, one hand over her eyes, watching the distance. It came as no surprise when the new Hollow came in on a curious set of wings, touching down at the far edge of the bridge. Newcomers to the city and castle were far from being in short supply these days, with rumors of Cybele’s return… or, in some cases, would be described as ‘arrival’… was spreading across the deserts fast, attracting all sorts of attention, though unfortunately, not all of it good.

It was no surprise that many of the residents of this world did not take kindly to someone suddenly claiming to have authority over them, even if it was a relatively open, benevolent authority as her majesty Lady Prisca’s. But such was a thought to ponder at another time, as there was a newcomer to greet, and it would not do well for one of Her Majesty’s attendants to keep a guest waiting. As the Hollow approached the gate, Migi leaped down, landing in front of the Hollow by a few yards.

“You approach the Diamantenio Kastro, home and stronghold of her majesty Cybele Prisca, Queen of Hueco Mundo,” she said with a high-pitched voice, curtsying slightly. “Do you have business with the Queen?”