TM 320: What Do You Command?

I was a queen once. No, not only once. I was a queen twice. First, my home dimension, when I took to the throne that was rightfully mine. I abdicated that to move to this dimension to be with a man who I was sure I was in love with, and soon, I was crowned queen of a new kingdom, a kingdom who accepted me with open arms and open hearts, despite the fact that I was a foreign queen in more ways than once. Not once was I made to feel like an outsider, not once was I mistreated or slandered by the public, no matter how terrible the choices that my husband made might have been. I was loved and adored and, in some ways, almost worshipped by the people of Atlantis. I was their queen and they were mine to rule over - to command, if you will - as I saw fit. I never let that get to my head. I was not raised that way. A queen must never be a tyrant if her kingdom is to be a happy, fruitful one.

In some ways, I have lost that kingdom now. There has been much inner turmoil in Atlantis, and the small army I command is all I have left. But it doesn't matter. To them, I am yet their queen, and they are still my subjects. I will lead them into whatever bright future it is that I can manage. Long ago, they accepted me as their own, and it is only right that I do right by them. It is what they deserve.

Mera
Aquaman
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