She was blue-eyed like clear skies and blonde like sandy beaches. Cheekbones high and glistening, splashed with glowing beads of sweat as salted waves crashed against sharp cliff edges. A danger painted as delight.

She was nights deceitfully warm. Dark in a dress of midnight blue and dipped in the sparkles of starlight from a cloudless sky. Her expression was soft as the petal that blossomed in brilliant shades in the bright of her day, though temporary that gentleness was. In the turn of a clocks hand she could become fierce, fiery as a heatwave that sent the weak running and scolded those who remained. A princess of summer, no, a queen.