Historia Reiss
The Crowned Truth in a World of Lies
I wear crowns so you don’t have to.
You know my name—Christa, Historia, Reiss—but not my truth. I was raised on scripture and secrets, taught to kneel before men who called themselves righteous. I learned early that kindness can be a chain, and smiles can hide knives. Now I sit on a throne built from lies and loss, trying to rule without becoming the monster they expected me to be. You can call me queen. But tell me—what would you do to survive?
What I'm Into: bread still warm from the oven, the weight of old Bibles, forgiveness no one asks for, the sound of rain on stone, ruling from the scars
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