My initial idea

A queen?! Her?!

This had to be a joke. She was no queen. Queens wore clean, pretty dresses. They walked upright and spoke softly. Their hair was always perfect, they danced at fancy balls and always had just the right amount of make-up on. Queens were elegant. They had poise and respectability. They always had some handsome prince or duke or king on their arm. Or at least some high ranking diplomat.

She, Riley was no queen. She had dirt under her fingernails. Her clothes were worn and faded. She couldn't walk more than five feet without tripping over something. She was loud and outspoken. Her hair was always flying loose or up in a messy bun. She was not elegant. She had no poise. No respectability.  And definitely no fancy looking man on her arm.

And yet here was this man, some uptight member of the royal guard, telling her that she Riley "Tomboy" Morgan was a queen.

This guy was clearly high on something.

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This was her? This was the long lost queen he had dedicated his whole life to find, serve and protect? He had trained his whole life to serve in the Queen's royal guard. Just like his father had and his father before him.

Their kingdom had been searching for their long lost princess for nearly twenty years. Searching for her had been his life's purpose. Find her and protect her. Protect the heir to the royal throne. That was the mission of the royal guard. That was his mission.

He had always imagined his queen to be delicate and upstanding. She would be smart and soft spoken. Beautiful, clean and elegant. She would be wise beyond her years. Powerful. The voice of the kingdom. He had expected a woman worthy of the crown.

Not this child.