She sits on a throne of broken steps, on the edge of the sidewalk. She was waiting for the blue cadillac; it's faded glory was enough of a chariot for her. Baggy hoodie and a rough attitude to match did not hide her beauty. Emerald eyes pierced through the hardest heart. As her head turned, in the harsh Brooklyn sunlight, he could just about glimpse the diamond symbol on her forehead. She was something of a legend in this neighbourhood but very few people saw the Queen. The Ethereum Queen.
