"you call me child, you call me weak, you call me naive, oh, but sweetheart, i am a goddess, my blood is made of stardust, and my heart of burning flames, i have the strength of a warrior, and the mind of a wise man, you thought you could lock me in your grasp, but my sword is sharp, and your grip is loose, and this is how i become the queen." - my blade is red, and i have come to take your crown // k.s.All Rights Reserved