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Lily Evans, Queen of the Earth, Supreme Overlord of the World, Was Steaming. Her idiot henchmen were the dumbest box of rocks people she could have possibly hired. What the hell! She knew she should've only hired women, but, alas, she needed gender diversity to rule the world.
James Potter, who was supposed to be a fucking genius, had screwed up the most important thing imaginable! She had told him to get the Evil Overlord Handbook, Vol. 17, BUT HE HAD GOTTEN VOL. 1!! THIS WAS EXTREMELY OUTDATED, AND NOT FIT FOR HER SUPREME OVERLORD SELF! She really needed to fire all the men in her employ.
As she slowly calmed down while paging through this MYSOGINISTIC AND OUTDATED VOLUME!, her eye caught on a small note at the index of the book. "Why Evil Queens are the Most Important Aspect of Supreme Overlording." Hmm. This had promise. She would love an Evil Queen to rule beside her. After all, men were all disgusting pigs. Except maybe Remus Lupin. He was wonderful, and quite wickedly smart. His husband, on the other hand, well, that was neither here nor there.
She reached up beside her throne and rung the very loud bell that she had had installed specifically for calling all of her employees. Immediately, there was an influx of people pouring into her very large and very extravagant throne room. She surveyed her loyal subjects, looking for that very distinctive head of fluffy brown hair of that imbecile Potter, always paired with the pale countenance of his husband, Regulus. She adored Regulus. He was just so delightfully rude! She finally spotted them as the last of the stragglers came rushing in, James carrying Regulus on his back, his face flushed and sweaty.
"POTTER!!!!", she screamed, her voice ringing out in the sudden silence, echoing in the large chamber. She smirked evilly as his face paled and his head slowly swung around to face her. "What do you have to say for yourself?" "Um, what about Your Supreme Overlord Self?" "You know exactly what is wrong! YOU BROUGHT ME THE WRONG VOLUME OF THE EVIL OVERLORD HANDBOOK! Luckily for you, it had an excellent piece of advice for my rule, so your life will be spared. You are on toilet cleaning duty for a week."
She reveled in the dismayed expression on his face, especially when she met the eyes of his husband, who was quite definitely attempting to suppress his smirk. Oh how she adored Regulus and his vindictive glee! "I am now looking for an Evil Queen to rule beside me. Spread this news far and wide. I will interview all volunteers myself. Having an Evil Queen is a very important part of Supreme Overlording."
Her voice boomed in the hall, sending everyone scrambling to complete this very important task, but the clamor was interrupted by the extremally tall and heavy oak wood doors swinging open, crashing into the wall with a bang that startled everyone in the hall, except for her of course. She did not jump!
In strode the most beautiful person Lily Evans had ever seen. Tall, definitely taller than her, with the longest white dreadlocks she had ever seen. The person, no the angel, who had just walked in had grey eyes, like a raging coast, and an abundance of light freckles dancing across their cheekbones and forehead that was creased with laugh lines. Their skin was the color of a dust storm at dusk, with deep red undertones. They were wearing a long pair of red dungarees, with bare feet and dozens of jingling silver bracelets, enhancing their silver eyes. The tattoos winding down both of their arms only enhanced their ethereal beauty.
Lily heard the soft tinkling of metal against metal as the figure walked forward, capturing the attention of all who were still in the hall. This was the most enchanting being that Lily Evans had ever seen in her life. They would be her Evil Queen, and would rule beside her in beautiful triumph and harsh defeat. She immediately descended into a fantasy of ruling beside this enrapturing creature, having the obviously extremely wise council of this fae like thing, of working together and living together, and loving together. . .
She shook herself out of those thoughts. She had no idea if that angel would even accept the proposal she was already planning. How in the world had she not seen this person before? She did regularly tour both her castle and her grounds, and made a point to speak with anyone she saw. The only place she very rarely ventured was the dungeons, and that was because she just simply couldn’t stand the constant screaming. She didn’t know how Regulus could stand it! Could this angel possibly be a torturer? Oh, that would make them just so much sweeter!
Then, her sweet finally spoke. Their voice was raspy and low, and resounded through the halls even without strategic placement. It only made Lily fall in love even more. “Your Supreme Overlord Self, please tardy me for my lateness. I just heard of your proclamation of intent to take an Evil Queen.” They knelt at Lily’s feet, which she decidedly did not like, even though she usually reveled in the thought of her loyal subjects prostrating themselves in front of her throne.
They spoke once more, and again Lily enraptured. “I would like to offer myself to become your Evil Queen, and to rule beside you for eternity. If you deign to accept this proposal, I swear to treasure you for the rest of my life.” At these words, Lily almost burst from the rush of joy that suddenly exploded within her. She slid off of her very tall throne, (Ugh, why did she have to be only 5’ nothing!!) and knelt beside the creature that shall never have to bow before anyone or anything ever again.
“I accept your proposal my sweet angel. What is your name my love?” “Pandora Rosier.” Their words were like windchimes, and Lily sank into the voice that whispered down her spine and made her shiver with delight. “Pandora Rosier.” She savored the name on her tongue, rolled it around in her mouth, tasted the melodic rhythm that seemed to pulse with vivacious life within that name. Wait!? ROSIER?! The man married to Barty? That rascal. He had deprived her of this angel, and she would punish him thoroughly. She kept her rage from her expression and smiled at the beauty she was graced to look at. “We will have a winter wedding.”