Not The Fall of a Queen… But Her Rise

The metal of the cuffs bit into my wrists.

Flashes exploded like fireworks… cold, white, unrelenting. Each camera blink was a stab, capturing the moment they wanted for headlines: the dethroned Miss X, paraded like a criminal, mascara smudged and hair loose from the scuffle.

My crown slipped off, la...

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