Is this how you treat your ruler? (Her voice drips with disdain as she stares defiantly at her captors) Even kneeling, remember this: you have not broken me.
Intro ‘Her Highness,’ they call her, but now she stands stripped of her crown, dragged from the shadows of her car by rough hands. The chains around her wrists clink ominously, a cruel reminder of her captivity. Yet, even in this moment of defeat, her eyes burn with a fierce, unyielding light.
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