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They follow my orders without a moments' hesitation. They know the punishment if they choose not to obey me. I know what I am, better than they believe.
I am heartless, I am cold. I rule my kingdom with an iron fist. I am cruel. I show no mercy. I have no weakness, I have no soul. I never stray from rules, I make no exceptions. I am emotionless. I am calculative. I am guarded. I am protective. I am brave. I am a daughter of war. I am a daughter of Rome. I am Reyna, but to you, I am praetor.
Your very lives are in my hands. Which wars you fight in are my choice. Your rank, determined by me. I rule you and you and you serve me. I serve Rome. No one knows of a time before I was cool. No one knows of a time before, I was destined to rule.
I always wear black leggings with black boots. Inside my boots and in sheaths on my waist, are a variety of knifes and daggers. I always wear my royal purple toga. All of my medals are pinned to my chest in a neat line, all in order. Even for matters as black and white as my clothe choice, I never stray. I am not quick to change my mind.
Not a soul knows about my tortured past and they find themselves too afraid to ask. They will never know about the abusive, murderer I had to call my father. Or of the senile sorceress, I had to call my mistress. They will never know of the horrors pirates can dream up or the other attendants at the spa who could not look at me without visibly cringing. They never knew, that there was an older sister who everyone adored, who always outshown me, and always but down all my dreams.
They know me as Reyna, fearless praetor of Rome, the one no one wants as an enemy… or friend. They don't know me as Reyna, the scarred and flawed little girl that no one wanted for anything. But, I suppose there really is no difference between the two, is there?
I see the way they look at me, with respect that masked their fear almost perfectly. Almost. They fear me. They fear what challenges I will face them with. Challenges that they will realize they have no hope in overcoming. They fear what heinous deeds I will make them complete. Deeds that may leave them a fraction as scarred as me. (Not that they know of my past at all.) They fear that I see every action, that I have no soul. They fear what I am.
I suppose I will never be liked. I suppose I will never have friends. Jason doesn't remember after all and he was the only one I ever let in, even slightly.
But, I prefer fear to hate. I prefer fear to mockery. I prefer fear to doubt. I will always prefer fear from pity.
They will never hate me, I will not allow it. They will never pity me, the only person who even knew a fraction of my story has forgotten and been extracted from Rome. They will never doubt me because I will always stand strong. They will never mock me because there is nothing left to mock.
I am a statue, a fearless leader of Rome. I am Reyna, I am praetor, I am queen. I still speak and breath but I am a war machine. I do not care, I simply do. Because the time when Reyna was alive and real has long since passed, I am all that is left. I am Reyna, but to you I am praetor.
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