
In the wake of my name (worth 1 roomful of kings), my face (worth 1 thousand ships), my bed (worth 10 years’ war), they forget that I am the daughter of a lion. I was born to live in animal skins, as easily as my own. I was born a lion cub, ravenous, dreaming of the hearts of men. They tried to muzzle a beast with a wedding ring, they hoped to satisfy a she - lion with fervent kisses and silk sheets. AS IF I WOULD SETTLE FOR ANYTHING LESS THAN BLOOD. ©
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