Michael got the clothes and started heading towards the Queen's chambers.
He passed through a hall full of paintings of previous queens. "Whoa, those are a lot of slaves," he said, noticing one painting of a woman holding multiple chains.
"Face front, freak," Jaden said as she pushed him forward.
"Why the hell are you even here? Didn't your superior tell you to leave?" Michael asked, looking back at her, annoyed.
"She told me to leave the cell, not the premises. Use your brain sometimes, freak," Jaden said with a smirk.
"Oh, just be praying I don't see you as soon as I come out of these chains!" Michael shouted.
"Shut up, both of you. We're here," the other guard said as they arrive at the Queen's chamber.
"That's a pretty big door. How the hell is she going to hear yo—"
"Your Royal Majesty! The freak has been brought to your chambers. Permission to enter?" Jaden shouted, cutting him off.
"Bitch," Michael muttered, glaring at her as she grinned.
"Bring him in and leave us be," a voice echoed from inside the chamber as the doors creaked open.
"Yes, my Queen. Enter inside, you freak," Jaden said, pushing Michael into the chamber and waving goodbye as the door closed behind him.
"Bitch," Michael muttered again, before freezing as a booming voice called out:
"Walk to my throne, boy!"
A shadowed figure sat high above him on a grand throne.
"What an intimidating voice," Michael whispered nervously, hurrying forward and bowing low.
"Oh no, no—get up," the woman said as she stepped out of the shadows and revealed herself.
"Huhhh?" Michael said in confusion. The Queen stood tall—six-foot-five, curvaceous, and stunning—with a surprisingly gentle tone.
"What? What did I do?" the Queen asked, noticing his shocked expression.
"What happened to the intimidating voice I just heard?" Michael asked, pointing at her.
"Oh, that? It was just a voice changer. I wanted my first impression to be memorable. Did it work?" the Queen said with a smile, walking gracefully down the steps.
"Yeah, it definitely di—wait a minute, you just called me a *boy*!" Michael shouted, pointing at her.
"Isn't that what you are?" the Queen asked, tilting her head in confusion.
"Yes—wait, no! I'm a *man*! But… you're the first person to call me that since I arrived here,"Michael said, looking serious.
"The inhabitants of this town don't know what a man or a boy is—because they don't exist," the Queen told him.
"Then how the hell do you know about it?" Michael asked.
"That's not the response I expected. I thought you'd be shocked," the Queen said, puzzled by his calm reaction.
"Well, technically, I did know this was a world full of only women—from those shitty angels," Michael monologued.
He looked back at her awkwardly. "Erm, I'm so shocked it's hard to respond properly," he said with a nervous laugh.
"Oh, that makes sense. I know about your gender because of a prophecy—a prophecy that says *a being called a 'man,' wielding a mighty sword on his lower body, will come and save our world.*"
The Queen looked at him meaningfully.
"A mighty sword, huh? I always knew my Silver Chariot was impeccable," Michael monologued, grinning.
"And also, we found a strange book in a dungeon. It explained the sexual acts between the 'man or boy' and the beauties called 'woman or girl' in that book," the Queen continued.
"Ever since I saw that book, I've analyzed it countless times—praying for that mighty sword of the man to one day appear… and be mine," she said, stepping closer and pressing her body against his.
"Oh, this is progressing very fast," Michael said, smiling nervously.
The Queen returned to her throne, sitting down gracefully.
"Come, boy," she said with a flustered look on her face. "Let me witness the power of your mighty sword."