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Here we have a Luxurious Lady.
A Lady whom once spoken, speaks true. This Lady is supremely independent and extremely benevolent at that. She hosts no strangers but is no stranger to having the best of times. Or the worst, depending on critical influences. Nonetheless, an insanely self-righteous “Queen” of her era. A queen whose presence is felt before it is seen. Walking high on faith in what she believes, knowing that if she is to believe it to be, then to be true to her it shall be. Quality over quantity essentially. A Lady of such demand can be inspiring. A sudden quake to break the dull mold of human nature - the bland and monotonous behavior of drama-dwellers and mimics. A subtle disposition that helps re-establish how fortuitous a Lady of such caliber can be.
Dangerous.
At her peak she is still grounded, knowing there is always more to come. Weathering any storm bestowed upon her. Gifted with the essence of clarity. A sense of emotional gravity resonates at her core. Carrying a past so stricken with trauma it can never be erased. Yet, at her own fault, this becomes her. You see, this is not a story about singularity.
One does not assume the identity given.
One becomes the identity taken.
For this is not a “Queen”, no. This is a mere lore from a pretty little princess whose castle has the highest of walls. A pretty little princess that enjoys the foul company of jesters and fools, all playing the part orchestrated by her majesty’s intricately designed web of lust and leverage. Seizing any available moment to empower her essence as a strong, independent feminine dominatrix.
Always in control.
Always in attention.
Always in demand.
This Pretty Little Princess has been devoured. Her nature alone knows no bounds, derived from complete solace all the way to frolicking amongst anyone and everyone whom so allows themselves to be found under her wing. Unfortunately, Princess bears the Beastly burden of Beauty. Not knowing who to trust. Loyalty? If not for animals, non-existent. She knows how to love, but chooses not to. The presence of her alone can shatter hearts of most. Hollowing out any hungry eyes searching.
There’s a Beast in that Beauty
There’s a Beauty in that Queen
There’s a Queen in that Princess
She’s just been too busy allocating funds and dancing the night away to notice any king attributed Prince who might have developed the simple notion to recognize her worth but will never get a seat at His table. This is a story of something that never happened. In a distant fantasy world where reality itself is in question.
