She, a woman of undying grace, carries herself in a manner that depicts royal features, not by birthright. With quiet power, she embodies herself as a queen. Validation is something she never sought for, and her existence holds great worth regardless of being observed by an audience. In the depths of night, burdened by the weight of the world, she embraced her essence, while devoid of expectation and title. The strength she wields is not born out of domination, but the compassion with which she loves, the depth of her understanding, and the manner in which she centers other people without losing herself. Every scar tracing her skin is a portrayal of the battle she fought and won, while etching the evidence of her resilience deep into her soul. She is not a queen of the hidden empire, as love for her is a tempest waiting to be unleashed. The love she possesses is far too immense for the shallow shores of the world. While she joined fragments of herself together, to claim her existence, being forever unchained, she belongs not, but to herself. Whispers of her existence spoke a different narrative in which she was meant to be confined, but she boldly disregarded any such walls.