the queen 

​She prowled the night enunciating a serenity, that even the stars bowed down to her opulence. She was a queen, a queen of the nipping winds, the ashen moonlight and everything that came with. Yet, she was bound in shackles of nobility, dictated by laws of grandeur. An empress, she was, but not of her heart and the orifice within.

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