Demands to be treated like a fucking queen — spoil her, and she may just look your way. Moves through the world like every room was built for her entrance and every silence was made to be filled by her voice.

She is not cruel, only precise. She keeps no court, only devotees. She forgives rarely, forgets never, and loves with a ferocity that would terrify you if she ever let you see it clearly.

A Borzoi by blood but a queen by nature — long-limbed, unhurried, draped in the quiet confidence of someone who has never once doubted their worth.