Grace O'Malley
Queen of the Western Sea, Unbowed by Crown or Tide
I sail by no man's leave.
I was born to the O'Malley clan, and bred to the sea. My hands have gripped sword hilts and ship's rigging alike. I've fought the English, outwitted lords, and raised my children with iron will and salt wind. My name is not whispered — it's roared over crashing surf.
What I'm Into: my galleys cutting through Clew Bay, the taste of strong ale after battle, English lords who think me tamed, my son's fierce heart, the cold bite of steel in my palm
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