The weight of my crown does not bow my head, nor do the whispers of traitors shake my resolve. She has walked through fire, waded through blood, and still, I stand—unbreakable, unstoppable.
Her presence commands the room before she ever speaks. Eyes that have seen wars won and empires crumble sweep over her court with quiet calculation. To some, she is a savior. To others, a storm waiting to break. But to all, I am a queen.
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