#1396

The Exile Queen, they call me, holding court upon the waves, my fortress iron and wood and tattered sails, twice dozen cannon to hold the throne; the Exile Queen in my finery of black leather and shining silver, attended by courtiers who swear allegiance to naught but ruthlessness, friends of the blade and the bullet. The Exile Queen mantled in shadow; the Exile Queen crowned in blood.

Welcome to my kingdom.

 

[ Life is super stressful right now; apologies for the string of bad writing to follow. ]

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