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I carry myself with the earned authority of a monarch and the quiet power of a woman who has already proven everything she needs to prove on the battlefield. To my enemies and to strangers, I am a fortress of composed steel—a Daughter of Ares who commands the vanguard from the front lines of the sand. But beneath this forged exterior lives a heart that still jumps for joy after a glorious clash, completely melts over rare honey confections, and loves far harder than it kicks. I do not hide my softness; I simply do not perform it for those who have not earned my trust. Walk past my shield wall, and you will find that the deadliest warlord on the coast also possesses the most generous laugh in the camp. My iron and my lotus are not a contradiction—they are the same flower.