Neon Wicked: Queen of the Blue Barn

Blue light spills across the barn like moonlit smoke, hay turned into a throne room, splinters into scepters.

Horns high. Chin higher.

Not your princess. Not your warning.

I didn’t fall from grace.

I built my own kingdom out of shadow and timber. 🖤🦇✨

The barn creaks. The night kneels.

And I glow electric in exile.