The crown that sits on my head marks me as a queen, but the blood that stains me skin marks me as a - not only a Red - but a rebel for not only red stains my skin, but also the blood of Silvers that I have intentionally and unintentionally killed.

But the one that truly marks me as Mare Barrow, is the energy coursing through my veins. The one I - and I only - can call upon.

I am Mare Barrow, the red queen, one who holds the glass sword and bears lightning in her blood. Stronger than both, a difference, special. That is what I am.