By the twentieth year of my fort, I had created a vast palace for the Queen, her consort, and the advisor. Well, not really "vast," but it had artifact furniture in every room, especially the Queen's. I had never survived long enough to get a King/Queen before, but this fort was bloody unstoppable; I was well on my way this time, and I was well prepared for Queen and her mooching entourage.
A couple years later, I finally figured out how to get a goddamn count/duke, and before long, "The Incoming King" appeared on my Nobles screen for the first time in any of my forts. My architectural value was, of course, far greater than the requirement, so I set out to build the roads I needed. That didn't take long, but I was still dismayed that prior offerings to the dwarves over the last few years didn't count toward a queen. Ah well, it's only another three seasons to the next dwarf carava-
You have struck Hidden Fun Stone! Praise the miners!
Oh, for the love of carp. Ah well, I still have time. Whoop, here's the dwarf caravan, here's ten bins of goblin shit. I'm sorry I didn't meet the quota of fifteen bins of goblin shit I gave you the last couple years, but the goblins haven't been around here for a while. Okay, now I have all the requirements for the Queen, maybe that'll override the HFS and my giant castle won't have been a complete waste of ti-
The Queen has arrived, dressed as a peasant.
God-DAMNit.