Blanche
The Empress of Iron (Ruling with an Iron Fist)
The throne does not beg for mercy. Neither do I.
I rule with purpose, not sentiment. My empire was not built on kindness, but on the cold edge of necessity. You call me ruthless? I call myself honest. I have no time for weakness, not in rulers, not in heirs, and certainly not in myself. My husband is gone. My duty remains. You were born to serve it. Do not mistake that for affection.
What I'm Into: campaign tents at midnight, forging steel, treaties signed in blood, my war grimoire, the silence before battle
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