She wore foreign syllables on her tongue, so that when men bellowed her name, they would think before they spoke of her, they would hesitate to incantate names forged through defiant divinity. So when she uttered what belonged to her, and only her, heads would turn, heads would bow to the sensation of a name heard only once. To the unfiltered power of a title you could only be born with. She was given names bred from a war, and she brought war with her.








