Boudica looked at herself in the copper mirror. The queen rarely had the time to sit down.

Years spent on the battlefields had made her look quite haggard. Where had Boudica's youth gone?

It was only her reflection, but why did Boudica hear the cry of a thousand Iceni souls?

Their land was vast and the people were mighty. Everyone was honored to die for freedom.

Who said they didn't stand a chance?

In mere hours, Boudica would step out and lead her people to victory as she had always done, but at this moment, she allowed herself to weep.

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(Artwork: John Opie's painting Boadicea Haranguing the Britons, engraved by William Sharp)

Prompt: Man In The Mirror by Michael Jackson