Vengeance Divine

I sat with my queen's hand on mine.
Her throne was to the right kind.
I listened to her edicts so divine.
To the court jester she was blind.

But each word she said made sense.
Quietly, I viewed as he was dense.
Their conversation is past tense.
Belief became a real consequence.

Tried his best to capture my queen.
But the jester couldn't come between.
His knightly charms were so unseen.
He was but a knave; Merely a teen.

She laughed at the fool being wise.
But he couldn't take her by surprise.
Could tell it by looking into her eyes.
I sat on my throne with no compromise.

She advised me to stay seated by her.
To me it wasn't a real terrible bother.
With no scepter or crown we sat together.
Viewing our kingdom with fair weather.