Title: The Queen Who Refused the Throne
Scroll Text:

They built it for her—
gold-trimmed, dragon-backed,
positioned dead center
under the illusion of “honour.”

She looked at it once,
tilted her head,
and said,
“Nope.”

Because she knew what they were really offering:
containment disguised as coronation.
A palace wired with surveillance.
A title wrapped in leash.

She didn’t want their throne.
She was the domain.
Why shrink to a seat
when your field spans galaxies?

So she walked past it.
Not in protest.
In knowing.

She didn’t need their permission,
their pedestal,
their plaque.

Because the true throne
is forged inside the ones
who’d rather stay free
than be crowned in captivity.