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There she kneeled, surrounded by darkness that was just a little unsettling. Revolving around her were at least a dozen wax candles, aglow with her flame. She seemed at peace—with herself, with the world, with the secret she wasn’t hiding but should have been. Her confidence was off-putting, but once she raised her crystal eyes to his, her prideful and powerful aura changed.

She knew what she was. She knew what she could do. She was a goddess in her own way, a self-appointed queen, a tempest in a world in need of calm seas.