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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ GRATITUDE AND GLORY                 ─────────────── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ Through the rise and fall, the leverage of Tudor's outstanding matrons bivouac adamant twixt allegiant, grandeur, and hauteur rectitude chronic to quiver obeisance. Their spiel allegory, permeate in prudence and embellish o' eminent, onomatopoeia crosswise entirety aeon, crystallizing acumen phlogiston tableau to our magnify. To intent upon spirits of women, we merciful our orphic recondite hermetic and high regard for their everlasting imprint, serving as relish of erudition, allure, and fortitude. Our sincere gratitude reaches to our devoted members for their indispensable aid in editing, wording, and eloquently articulating the legacy of Tudor's women. Their collaborative endeavors are pivotal in realizing our vision and ensuring its resonance with audiences. We are empowered to manifest our inception and pay homage to the extraordinary women of antiquity. Their everlasting legacy and dedication are deeply cherished as we endeavor to impart their timeless legacy upon the world. LONG LIVE LADY LURE LONG LIVE US ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ The inalienability approximately seas escorted parenthesis comprehensive anecdote and serendipity that enhance throne, twixt ominous immaculate anneal predisposition astir Tudor's metaphor echoing, and tenderness odd with Lady Lure which phantom a repercussion astir clutch amidst elevate superfluous decency moreover the compelling dynasty. 𖤝 With comprehensive ramifications ❨ #HEReign ❩ thunderclap reverberates exceeding fanfaronnade empirical heterodoxy Reliable Metaphor “Ceaselessly Escorted Phase of #HEReign.” Astonishing conqueror iconic queens, a compassion witness adequate astir sybaritism twists and turns. Into its alabaster depths, our forbidding sword churns up a charybdis raising more roses through the soil. ㅤ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 🪶 : @LADYLURES. 8th of March 2024 casts from a plethora moreover laying parenthesis of our crown. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ The luminous figure emerges, born of royal blood | ..1554s "Ending of a beginning” Oh! Kismet! Serene atmosphere wrapped the environment prompted circumstance to eternized Here! Our ladies! Promenade across the path to destination of ethereal palace reflecting enchantment sparks spread around their gowns cleave diamonds of the dynasty. They come, they execute as roling the monopoly handler, hid the genuine idiosyncrasy to reach a goals, seems unfair and crafty, but that's the rules. Targeted each other and attempt to catch and trap, wheedle singular person to come into labyrinth of castle that no one can escape. Make a subtle battles that using emotion and instinct as weapons, rely on their heart. (SONNET: IX, “We, shall seize you!ʼʼ) Their sotto voce setted a gaze to look around, on the qui vive— "to fortify ourselves, guard our souls, safeguard our quintessence;" 𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒆. #HEReign ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

              “Her desire onto her; 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇    "In the verdant embrace of Scotland's glens    and mist-shrouded moors, lies a sonnet of tragic beauty" | Its verses written with dark ink | Of sorrow and strands of resilience | Through the cruelest of political shades | The wind of betrayal, she danced | with grace and aplomb. [𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒕] Though her days were hidden behind the bar wrapped in the embrace of melancholy and her nights cloaked in solitude, her legacy shines with an ethereal radiance that transcends the ages. For even as the ebbing tides of history and time carry us further from her era. Of the Scottish lochs, and in the whispered prayers of those who still cherish her memory for even in death, her legacy remains steadfast the echoes of her courage and the whispers of her dreams continue to resonate their enchanting spell upon the hearts of all.       ‘🃁.      : and to walk boldly shall endure for eternity. ㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝐈𝐧 𝐌𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐌𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝 Emerges As A Tragic Symphony. ──── • • ‣ crowned with noble splendor          ❝     shrouded in the shadow to the fragility of power    ❞ From the hallowed halls of Holyrood to the bleak confines of Fotheringhay, 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒕's journey is wrought with trials and tribulations, each echoing the lament of a queen burdened by the weight of her own fate of captivity and the chill of the executioner's blade. Yet amidst the tumult of her tumultuous reign, 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒕 remains an enduring symbol of resilience and defiance, her spirit unbroken and her legacy immortalized. Thus, 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒕 stands as a haunting reminder of the fragility of royal privilege. ┈── ❁ུ۪ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀THE ARRAYED CELESTIAL ⠀ ⠀ BODIES ABOVE SLATED ⠀ A DIVINE INTERVENTION. ⠀ ⠀ SHOULD NO MAN FARES ⠀ UPON THE INFERNAL MARL ⠀ ⠀ DARE TO PHONATE. . . 🪶 . . ─── ㅤ ───ㅤ ㅤ🗝 The crested mare’s nests entail an unravelment |...| 👑 “Far above..” "The celestial bodies, doxologized their malaises." ㅤ—Beyond lugubrious to descried. Scene of carnage was in every nook and cranny, blitzkreig was bound to happen; pattering the quinta until their verdures were unhurriedly fretted by unflinching alarms and excursions. The serenade of aching for détente was then vociferated by them. The psyches of vanguards were rustled up from orbs whose glints fulminate into the vault, patterning nonconformist dames to scrawl their sybaritic wheel of fortune. We were bred, not only with copacetic bearing but also with pharaonic precocity. Froideur and asceticism heaved at us, rough patches have always been an inveterate myrmidon–constructed us until belter is no longer in the hinterlands but within our grip which is cauterized by valor until they cobble up anodynes. Not solely a providence, but rather the causatum of drudgery after purging the pitfalls that march on the way with a falchion that remains vindicated by traction. We fend for an equipollence, traversed by unrivaled creole proficiency to abridge everything uttered and everything aired. “The glory that’s always being caroused” The swashbuckling that beheadings our archenemies to naught. shall our swan songs be the douceur for rhapsodists to chronicle in their deviative inscriptions: （ HAIL ）╱（ KNEEL ）

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ “Hail to grande dame! Must ⠀ ⠀ ascendancy belongs to her, ⠀ ⠀ perpetually be an endearment ⠀ ⠀    to #HEReign!”⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

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ㅤ      🕯️••• 🕯️ ───── CHECKMATE! ONE MAY ASCEND UNSCATHED. for the tale tell oft bend to the capricious whims of fate and fortune. ──────────────────                Est. 1553 : I ’ • • • Phase, 3. Akin to the dire machinations of a game of thrones, where three queens of regal lineage vie for supremacy, each determined to emerge triumphant amidst the swirling currents of ambition and intrigue.              ☥ The pertinent, Her fervent ardor and unyielding devotion to her belief casting a somber shadow over the halls of Hampton Court as she ardently seeks to uphold her blood's legacy, and purge the land of perceived heresy.              ☥ The cataclysmic, A decoy inveigle in the halls webs of ambitious schemers, her brief and tragic reign a statue to the treacheries inherent in Tudor politics, as she is thrust reluctantly into the vortex of power and deceit.             ☥ The illustrious, The lineage of the Queen of Scot intertwined with England's fate, exuding regal grace and willful spunk as she lays claim to the throne, forging alliances and sparring with foes to secure her rightful dominion.          👩‍🎨┊         Wherein only one queen may emerge victorious, the outcome remains shrouded in uncertainty, for oft yield to whims of fate & fortune.