The wolf queen rules in Solitude
and the wolf queen rules alone.
The dead are kneeling at her feet
and she sits on a cold, cold throne.
What joy or love has she?
What husband or what son?
All that has fled away.
All that is over and is done.
She was born with a wolf’s soul
or so the people heard and were told
and she became a barter chip
and left her land before she was old.
Through many pale years without a son
the people said that Bathorgh would reign
but at last he was found a bastard
and she gave birth in blood and pain.
Then came a day when the Emperor died
and she spoke on behalf of her son
but she was barred from the coronation
and it was her niece, Kinyra, who won.
The wolf queen lost the battle
as she declared Kinyra’s mother a whore
but then she said that what she did
far better than speaking was war.
Her forces came at night
and struck in silence and in solitude
and taken hostage, Kinyra found
that wolves are to be feared and rued.
At first rate martyr in the tower
without a friend by her side,
The wolf queen had teeth
and so the young Empress died.
But not was only an Empress made hostage
but an Emperor as well
and when the mob came, none loved him
or would save him, so he fell.
The wolf queen was torn,
Her soul was mad with grief,
raising skeletons and daedra
because all she had were her teeth.
So there she sits among the dead,
without an heir to her throne
The wolf queen rules in Solitude
and the wolf queen rules alone.
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+1 from me.