Dear girl, I am indulgent to my own soul, yet armed with a quiet authority. A single glance, a slight inclination-and you are undone .Do not mistake my grace for weakness; it is the sheath that guards the blade. My calm is deliberate, my silence sharp. I need no weapon, no chaos-only presence. For I know my spirit. I know my power. One look, one tilt, and you remember your place. Sit down.