Greetings!You welcome in my home.
The photo you see was taken well almost 3 years ago, when I first came to this land. It is the face of a girl with stars in her eyes. A look of innocence and wonder.
The days since have burnished my skin, hardened my hands. And I have grown stern.
I spend my time now caring for those I take to my heart. Among them are my girls, which have numbered in the past in the teens, But today that number is fewer, and their commitment stronger.
As this blog grows, you may feel yourself drawn into my world, and you will wonder; is it true. You may well ask. But as you enter my home and the door closes behind you, do not wonder. Let your questions be answered for you, lay down your fears. Feel my hands lift the weight.
Look not backward, for it is not there your future lies. It lies ahead. Will it be with me? Perhaps.
Perhaps you've heard stories, maybe even quiet whispers of fallen queens, hard nights alone, stories of treachery and overthrow. But as you stand before me now, you can see these rumours, be they true or false, are no longer relevant. Those whispers grow softer as well, and the word spreads
Fear not. I am compassionate, and some say insightful. But Mistress tolerates no fool happily.
Come, sit. Let us talk. Pay your respects. Perhaps the floor is a bit more inviting.
You are most welcome in my home.
