Zealot

I am watching this queen. Her hair flows down to her knees and is a golden-rusty color. I get false memories about her. She is frighteningly intelligent. She is good with everything especially swordplay. Though she is intelligent and beautiful, she is seen by her people as being odd. She is about 26ish and not married.
The dream starts to form a story. I'm in the thick woods. There are two travelers, a guy and a girl. They are worn out and dirty.
Men come out from the woods, there must be about 20 or so, maybe 30. They surround the travelers with swords drawn.
Their leader is standing near the travelers. He's young, maybe 25, has sandy colored shaggy hair. He's smiling, thinks he's tough. At first i didn't know why they'd bother with the travelers, they obviously don't have much. I then get false memories of them. They are friends of the Queen and are coming to visit, the bandit leader must know this.
Suddenly you hear this voice shout the leaders name ( i don't remember it). Everyone is looking around and in a showy fighting outfit you see the queen down not far away. She does a fancy sword show-offy trick and is talking to the leader. "Put your swords down." she commands. I get false memories about the queen and the guy. They were playmates when they were children. After they started to grow into their teens, though, he went off to be a good-for-nothing.
The leader doesn't know what to do. He knows and i know she could destroy every single one of those men, even if they came at her all at once. The men, however, think the leader is being a coward.
He's torn between his pride with his men and his knowledge of what would happen. He throws down his sword, all pissed, and his men do the same, though this will probably be the beginning of some mutiny. The two travelers are amazed.
I wake up.