It’s You I See, But Not a We

With a scowl, said the queen,
We are not amused.
And a peon asked, somewhat confused,
Are there others, Madam, I don’t see?
You dunce, said he queen,
I’m the royal “we”,
When I say “we”,
It’s only me.
But how can “we” be only you?
Shouldn’t “we” at least be two?
Just take my word, when you see me,
You’re looking at the royal “we”.
Are we clear or will you make a fuss
And be dealt with by the royal “us”.