The Heart.

[Meritites sits alone at a small, round table in a dimly lit corner of the hotel restaurant. The International Frauen-Berufsringer Championship belt rests across her lap, its intricate details glinting under the soft glow of the chandelier. A half-eaten plate of gourmet cuisine sits forgotten beside her. Her olive-green eyes, usually filled with a fierce intensity, are now distant and contemplative.]


Merities:
Come, sir, come,
I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love.
Look, here I have you, thus I let you go,
And give you to the gods.

[She raises a glass of red wine to her lips, her gaze fixed on the belt.]

Merities:  
No coward's heart, no trembling, fearful sight.
A lioness unleashed, her fury sealed.
My soldiers, brave, their spirits soaring high,
United hearts, a force that cannot fail.
The enemy shall tremble, hear their cry,
As Egypt's glory echoes, strong and frail.
I’ll lead the charge, a queen among the rest,
A diamond shining, brightest in the night.
No fear shall hold me, no doubt, no test,
My destiny is written, clear and bright.
So let us march, with courage, bold and free,
And claim the victory, eternally.

[Enough, she lowers her head and the scene fades to...BLACK.]