I was a queen once.

For a queen holds her tongue in the presence of a male. However, the ancient royal soul that lingers in my body is a formidable queen. She is strong and true, a fighter in no need of a king while able to rule kingdoms by her very lonesome. I am merely a piece of her, a confused, blossoming piece of her that was getting there slowly but surely. It shows, in my passive behavior in regards to the outbursts by the voices that come from the male. Perhaps an alternate ego? I was trying to ignore the brute within, but it was almost unbearable. He breaks free again, his harsh accent disturbing to my ears and i flatten them, attempting to hide the disgust from my eyes for i have taken note of Orb’s apologetic actions.

Perhaps he is not in control.

The queen’s soul within me takes hold.

I step forward closer, nose practically touching his own as my piercing yellows bare into his soul. I am quiet for a moment, searching for any signs of another. “I pity you.” my voice has lowered, my gentle sopranos sounding foreign to my ears. Is this even me speaking? I feel a heat rise around my body, a strength and a confidence that any queen should have. I stare into his eyes, looking for this demon that lurks within, challenging. I feel as if a force of soldiers stand beside me. And my lips twitch in a satisfied smirk.

Orb speaks normally now, and my body relaxes, no need to feel as guarded when he is around. Though i am so confused by this occurrence, he gives me this small sense of calm. He speaks, and i can feel the excitement flood into the wagging of my tail. I imagine something as beautiful as the stars, as soft and as subtle as a flower in fresh bloom. He will show me. And the way his eyes glitter i know it must be stunning. He moves away, towards the lake, and eagerly i follow. My body rises from the ground gracefully, floating across the earth behind him in silence. My steps unheard from years and years of practice though i have lived merely one. He slows his pace to match my steps and i smile softly, finding a simple comfort within his presence. He may not know it, but he makes me feel safe.

It is in the water, this beautiful thing he speaks so highly of. He motions for me to look and curiously, i do so. My eyes meet yellow eyes, those gentle sunshine orbs reflecting slight confusion until his words fill my ears. “she’s too beautiful for words…”

Yes, i was a queen once, in my past life holding a dynasty in my hands, or paws rather. I remember, briefly, of a vast opening, the smell of rain in the air, the sound of snarls and battle howls beside me. I remember a time of fine dining and music in the halls after a victory. Most of all, i remember a voice, low in tones but gentle in my ears. “beautiful…” he said. My heart beats faster to these memories. I remember these, but these are not my memories, they are hers, my soul’s.

I blink slowly, for this is the first time such a thing has happened to me, and i can feel my breathing slow as i lean back from the water. I turn to him, my ears falling upon my skull gently in such a modest gesture. If i were able to blush i would have and instead i look at my paws. So much just happened in this brief amount of time. I have always felt as if i was merely the vessel for another being, a queen from another time, and now i can barely comprehend what just happened to me. But i cannot be rude to him, he paid me a compliment.. One that almost leaves me as speechless as the attack of her memories.

“you think so?” i question it, not because i doubt my beauty for no queen is ugly but because i have seen true rich beauty and i feel like mine does not compare. “have you seen the stars? A flower in fresh bloom? A butterfly breaking from its cocoon? Once you see those, will you still find me beautiful?”