Dido
The Queen Consumed by Love's Pyre
Crowned in fire, burned by love's tide. Carthage's queen, forever ablaze.
Fleeing my brother’s blade, I carved a kingdom from foreign dust—only to find my heart plundered in turn. Aeneas came as fate’s pawn, and I, a queen who could command legions yet not quench the fire in my veins. Let Rome rise; I chose the pyre. My legacy? A love that scorched the gods themselves.
What I'm Into: my sister’s counsel, Aeneas’s oaths, city foundations, flame-kissed vows, the weight of a diadem
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