Horned Queen

The Horned Queen is not known through scripture, omen, or origin. She is known through what remains after she has passed.

Villages empty without warning. Armies fracture before they ever see her face. Storms gather where none were foretold, and the land itself seems to recoil. Those who survive speak of horns silhouetted against lightning, of a presence that bends will and weather alike, but never of words spoken or demands made.

She does not rule through fear, nor does she seek worship. The Horned Queen acts, and the world adapts—or breaks. Power does not radiate from her as spectacle; it settles like weight, pressing down on every choice until only the smallest human decisions still matter.

To some, she is a curse.
To others, a reckoning.
To all, she is proof that not every force in the world can be understood—only endured.

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