She rises before the sun, wiser and older. Each passing day adds weight onto her already burdened shoulders. Even as her knights grow colder, she stands in the front line with her soldiers, waging a never ending war against the harsh realities of life.
She represses all the pain she posses. In attempts to adorn the ones under her dominion, yet they scorn her with their misplaced opinions, and although they occasionally trigger her wrath, they do not deter her from the path, she was always destined to be on.
An anomaly in her colony. Both the junta and the labour force of her economy. With an open heart and an iron fist, through whatever anarchy afflicts her monarchy, she persists.
Unconditionally kind, not only to her kind, graceful in humility, adept at the art of empathy, and undeterred in her loyalty. These are the elements of her eminence and royalty.
Although she is not perfect by any means, she is and always will be a queen.