The photographer titled the image Queen of Winter when she entered it in a regional photo contest.They say reputation for power is power. For me, that...is certainly true. The nickname morphed into several versions—Dark Queen, Dark Lady, Winter Queen, even Ice Queen, though that was sarcasm when spoken. Add that to the distinctly British style of my suit at Sheila's wedding. The common thread is royalty or at least nobility. To this day, people ask for my title. I tell them I was American born,. The man's eyes grew, and the mystery of Zithrusa grew. She noticed that she received much more respect in her own person, more than what would accrue to her for merely being John's woman, and she wondered a bit, but thought it was because of her new high class manners.In a small town in the middle of nowhere, as she went to acquire necessaries with only Wong along for protection, she was accosted by an insistent drunkard, a soldier of middle rank who took her for a lady of easy virtue. Her high. "You won't be alone for long you know Tom," I said and slipped out of my briefs before lying down and closing my eyes. I appeared to be asleep, but I was a million miles away from it, my senses were swimming, my nipples felt like pebbles and I just hoped that the moisture between my legs wasn't obvious."Fancy a drink mum?"I rolled over onto my side and smiled at him.His eyes roamed over my breasts, my stomach and down to my pussy."Good idea," I smiled. "I could use a drink or two."I dressed in. Like the lit up letters were at the bottom of a swimming pool instead of in air.Then he released they looked that way because that's exactly where the letters were- and where he was. Suspending in some sort of fluid that felt like a slightly thicker take on water, he panics- completely ignoring the sign. He looks around- but the fluid seems to fill the little room entirely. Bare except for himself and the sign, the room appeared off-white and not adequately lit while being completely in cased..