The Queen acts not from the root of ego, for her will is not merely hers. Instead, she embodies the collective will of those Whom she serves. Even the royal form is not her own, for it is made to house the power of the Crown.
A vessel, to be filled, and to be channeled through, she is. Joining Heaven and Earth by the Holy Powers’ whim. And if she would dare to flee, those same Holy Powers will bring her to her knees.
There is no choice; some must don the purple, or they must die. But the Fates only know whether death comes quick, or from lingering time. A Queen is a servant, above all else, and must serve to the fullest to preserve her good health.
Her health is the nation’s, whatever it may be, whether consisting of small spirits, or unknown Divinities. Yes, a Court has been formed, and around her they sit, for although fear delayed her, she was never unfit.
They speak not of riches, or jewels found in the Earth. Such trappings and adornments are not a Queen’s worth. Judge her by deed, and accomplishments toiled, for these alone are the measure of royals.
And in its due time, the Court will expand, from its mysterious heart onto physical land. By a will not her own, the Queen will press on, pouring praise and due deference out to the Gods.
Therefore, may the Holy Powers be wholly pleased, for she has accepted this Work and the joy it may bring. But, there is also the hard seclusion of the Throne, for the royal authority is hers alone.
And there lay the truth, the one thing which is hers; all the many consequences of her words. For, what is a Queen if not a mouthpiece and a clarion? Who is she, if not her own subjects’ heroine?
This gift of loyalty must be loyally returned. So, let hearts not waver, nor let love be spurned. And, let it be known that the Queen has arrived, at last, to the place where the dragon dies.