He calls you “My Princess.” You call him “My King.” But if he’s a King Who is the Queen?

In another life, I didn’t leave my country to chase green pastures across distant lands. I stayed home— with family, with friends— we built something of our own, brick by brick, dream by dream. And it grew. It thrived. We thrived.

In the streets, they call it “Aura”. In the spiritual realm, it’s called “An Anointing”. Lose it—and you’re done. Because it intertwines with your personality; it becomes part of your presence, your identity, the very essence of how you move through the world. It’s the invisible signature you leave behind when you walk into a…