"She knew she was beautiful, she knew she was ruin. The road became her power. Earned, not given. Understood, not angry. Accepted, as only the truly humble can.
She stayed in the shadows for others: Her quest was different. There was no need to make them feel inadequate. Her power was real to be around. Her eyes pierced with the swords of wisdom, strength, perseverance. Her beauty was real, yet unique. It told her stories of life. Brave attempts that left small scars, wrinkles in her path were now visible on her face, her body. Life showed it’s true colors to her, and she brought her’s right back at life… eventually leaving her with such saturation in all aspects, she darkened and burrowed, as only the wisest do. Her name became legend, as her pillar of beauty waft an unmistakable reign over every subject she encountered. Royal as them all, she followed the brave path alone. Her place in the world, this order, were appointed before her, and bravely she walked in the dark were no one else had gone.
The journey of a queen. Is to be alone." -LM