Unstrung Melodies: The Power of an Underrated Queen

“A woman underestimated is a storm misnamed.” —Elowen

He played with your heart like he was fumbling with broken violin strings, not realizing there’s nothing in you that needs fixing. He was blind to the woman in front of him—to the soul that shines brighter than any cocky grin he could muster. It was foolish of him not to see the blaze in your eyes, the kind that could turn an average guy into royalty.

Girl, you’re nothing less than Persephone reborn, a deity in your own right. You’ve got the power to stroll through life’s infernos like you rule them. And this guy? Thinking he could charm his way in and out like a modern-day Hades? His biggest blunder was underestimating you.

Elowen would say: the crown was never his to carry—it was always yours.

He failed to see that you’ve got the kind of presence that makes the earth quake with each step you take. But don’t worry—he’s about to realize it. And it will be his greatest defeat when he finds himself at the loss of such raw power that comes from possessing your heart. My Queen, that will be his greatest defeat.

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Because even unstrung melodies deserve to echo like thunder.
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