Vivat Regina Viola

The young Queen laughed; a short, condescending bark when her eyes witnessed the purple lady and the band of comrades that accompanied her. "The lowly servant?" the ruler of Mann Kingdom exclaimed. "Accompanied by boorish peasants inferior to my beautiful machines? What a jest!" She leaned forward with a sneer. "Where is your true Queen, errand girl? That crown does not belong to you."

The purple-clad one did not even so much as bat an eyelash. “My crown is but borrowed - a gift from her Majesty herself, before she went into hiding away from your armies. She did this not out of fear, but she has given me more than a crown - she has given me her trust that I would be fit to wear this and lead these brave men who stand with me against you.”

The older Queen pointed her sword towards the younger, and she narrowed her green eyes. “Because THAT CROWN does not belong to you either.”

Originally this was going to be Miss Pauling only because of how she’s basically the Queen of TF2 at this point (save for the Administrator and perhaps some other lovely ladies who would be debatable to be just as fit to rule), but then I figured it would be neat if I did Olivia too since she’s basically got a handle shemanipulated with the help of Daddy Warbucks wrestled out of the most powerful man’s control.

Queen Olivia Mann's Version: uberchain.deviantart.com/art/V…

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