Impervious

She stood a the top of the hill watching the eastern sky slowly lighten over the field below. She knew that it was key terrain in the coming battle and had done her best to give things the time to develop before planning her assault. The birds slowly beginning their mass knew not what the day had in store.

Once she committed to her attack, that would be it. There was no margin for error.

Her husband may have been called King, but she was the Queen of Battle and she would have justice.

She was impervious.

Sammie Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt

Use the word “impervious” and write a piece of poetry or prose in exactly 99 words.

Inspired by the Legend of Gwendolen, Queen of the Britons.

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