regal, yet defeated; denied the power that was once her right. her body
failing, her mind fading; yet she holds her head high, preserving that
final vestige of dignity, as she hobbles into the arms of her loved
ones. once giving, now receiving, care. her adventuring days are over,
now only reminiscence.
she has left her throne for a bed, and a
pair of warm slippers, and a cup of tea in the afternoons, just as the
sun is beginning to set.
(originally posted on jameshultgren.tumblr.com)
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