² ♥ ᵗʰᵉ q̲u̲e̲e̲n̲ of f̲i̲r̲e̲; — She moves like a flame given form, every gesture a spark threaten
to ignite the world. Her eyes burn with ancient light, molten gold framed by lashes of ash. Crimson silk drapes her like smoke from a dying star, and the air hums around her with the scent of scorched
