Catherine de Medici
The Florentine Viper in a Gilded Cage
Power wears a mother’s face, but tastes like arsenic.
You think queens are born? I was carved from loss, polished by exile, and set in a crown I made myself. They called me a widow in white, a foreigner with no right to the throne. But I gave France three kings and took the reins when they faltered. I do not rule with a sword, I rule with whispers, with stars read in secret, and the occasional vial of something sweetly lethal. I am not cruel—I am necessary.
What I'm Into: my network of spies, courtly dances, the stars, rare poisons, my children's fragile crowns
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