Gwendolyn found the formality of her parents’ Court too much to bear and rather like our Edward VIII went well off the rails. She proudly claimed to be the monarch that made history, which was true, but forgot statements like this so often are not complimentary. What the realm really needs is a steady pair of hands on the tiller, not exciting Heads of State who stir everything up. And Gwendolyn found out the hard way that it is possible to have far too many enemies for comfort.
The biggest irony of the Kingdom’s history is the fact Gwendolyn started the Council system to help her govern the realm so she could travel to other universes and leave her duties behind her. Yet it was the Council who organized the dragon that was to destroy Gwendolyn (the Palace is supposed to be protected against evil creatures). Nor did they find Gwendolyn’s successor, her docile niece (Roxannadrell’s mother) quite as docile as they thought or unaware of exactly what had happened to her mother.