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All kneel before her might; her gaze forces all eyes to seek the floor in submission.
With a wave of her hand, nations are thrown into peril; her whims set armadas to sea, and scores of men to die.
Her regal brow bows before no one, for her master is no single being.
Emissaries bring treaties to beg her favor upon their leaders; her favor is rarely given, for she needs little from the outside to sustain her.
She is reliant upon but one intangible element; the love of her people.
Without their love, she is but one of them.

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