warrior (i want your love)
The duchess had made the decision that she wouldn't be left crashing and burning again. The world was going to listen to her. She was isolated, alone, thinking about what on hell she had done to receive such a harsh punishment. But that was over.
Fire on her eyes, coal inside her soul, she stood up and took the helm that drove her life. Swords were ready to cut through every fear, waiting for her to come forth and take the crown she deserved. Although the duchess had been down so many times due to so many paths that were broken and a number of enemies whose attacks she felt in her mind like sharp needles, she had reached a point of no return.
The duchess would conquer. All she wanted had her drifting over, but she was the deadly lover, the insatiable lioness, who had hurt in the past and would lick her wounds. They simply had to let her show them. The duchess was determined enough not to make the same mistakes as she didn't want to make the usual amends. She was a strong woman. She was a woman.
Explosions. She had run away from them before and this time she looked at them happily, almost with a scary, satisfied glance. The duchess needed to enter them, sacrifice herself into the fire and be a victim of the bombings in her heart; she knew it was the one true way to the heavens of her revenge. In her fantasy, she was the one to seduce them, she poured her entire existence in a glass of bloody wine for them to taste, wanting their love.
In her fantasy, this would kill them. In her fantasy, she was fierce enough to be a warrior.
