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As G.J. Whyfe-Melville states in his novel of Sarchedon: A Legend of the Great Queen,
"She was beautiful no doubt, in the nameless beauty that wins, no less than in the lofty beauty that compels.
Her form was matchless in symmetry, so that her every gesture, in the saddle or on the throne, was womanly, dignified, and graceful, while each dress she wore, from royal robe and jeweled tiara to steel breast-plate and golden headpiece, seemed that in which she looked her best.
With a man's strength of body, she possessed more than a man's power of mind and force of will.
A shrewd observer would have detected in those bright eyes, despite their thick lashes and loving glance, the genius that can command an army and found an empire;
in that delicate,
exquisitely chiseled face,
the lines that tell of tameless pride and unbending resolution;
in the full curves of that rosy mouth, in the clean-cut jaw and prominence of the beautifully molded chin, a cold recklessness that could harden on occasion to pitiless cruelty - stern, impracticable, immovable as fate."
[and that my friends |also| reminds me of azizti :sighs: 2 much so does it remind me, that i feel foolish for still holding on][when i should have let go ages upon ages ago]
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