The queen of London thought that curry was the best thing the whole colonial era had brought to England. Well, that and proper tea. Tea was crucial. And, she supposed, there had been some temporary power things that kept England in good condition relative to the rest of the world, but that was really all beyond the length of her reign. London was hers, not the whole of England. There was no queen of England--oh, there was the Queen, but there was no queen, from respect. Good thing, too, as far as the queen of London was concerned. Would have been way too difficult for something that powerful to be contained on one island, though the island thing would have helped. By her nature, London believed that some things needed to be contained and restrained, even while she enjoyed going to a good punk concert held on two hours notice in a warehouse, and curry was one of her favorite things. She even had an odd affection for all the tourist monuments, but she hadn't decided if that was because of the influence of all the tourists on her or if it was a genuine consensus of the population. Usually she could tell which things were queen-feelings, and which were her own, and this was definitely a queen-feeling, but nobody could answer her question about how transitory populations would affect the queen of the area. It mostly wasn’t an issue with the others in England, and she supposed she could have asked Paris, but she did not get along very well with the reine d'Paris.


Inspiration: Random pick of London and Queen from a headline.
Story potential: High.
Notes: I like the idea of a sort of embodied spirit of a place that has power, but which is also incredibly influenced by the opinions of the people living in that place. And is also a for-real human.

Apparently, in England, (unmarked) swans belong to the Crown and are protected by it. Swans are ferocious fighters. There ought to be a fairytale link there. Her Majesty's Own Swans?