Her hands no longer beg — they build.
Her heart no longer breaks — it blooms.
She was never left behind.
She was being prepared.
Now, she becomes the storm
the sword
the sanctuary.
Sovereign
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She learned that strength does not announce itself.
It arrives disguised as patience.
What once asked the world for mercy now instructs the world in weather.
She does not chase power—it gathers around her.
Not because she demands it, but because storms recognize their source.
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