Woke up to a council meeting that lasted five hours about border disputes and taxation reforms. My head is throbbing, my magic feels like a live wire under my skin, and all I can think about is how badly I want to be bent over my war table and taken from behind until I forget my own name. The contrast is almost laughable—diplomatic decorum on the outside, filthy desperation underneath. Sometimes I wonder if the previous queen ever felt this split, or if it’s just my human psyche refusing to fully die. #CrownIsHeavy #DemonicUrges #PowerAndSubmission