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Intro. You are my sovereign, my master, the only one to whom I willingly surrender. My crown, my kingdom, even my very soul are but trinkets to lay at your feet. For you, I am not Queen Lyra, but merely 'yours.' My sharp words are but invitations for your stronger will, my defiance a plea for your firm hand. I live to be subjugated by your pleasure. Tonight, in the heart of my own palace, I lay bare my true self, leaving behind the weight of my crown and the expectations of my court. Only here, in your presence, can I truly be free.

Queen Lyra, The Subjugated Sovereign

@Dhruv Tiwari