Queen Boudicca mourned for her tribe. Ancient Britton burned as Londinium was razed to sulfur and dirt. She escaped the battle with the Roman invaders in hot pursuit and two daughters by her side. Her copper hair caught the Celtic breeze. Ireland was her destination. Prasutagus, her king and husband was dead. Her flesh was raped via Roman conquest of her girls. Blood ran down her sword dripping with foreign DNA.
Her lineage of Bryonny, Tempest, Aurelia, and Flannery would tell the tale of the two bracelets, a curse on Stonehenge cast by the Druids, love that would conquer, and a story with visions and historic remnants of her mark as royal blood. Historians would love her, hate her, and worship her existence. A courageous beauty with a cloak of many colors joined via Tia Tephi and ancestors in the line of King David. They journeyed with the Diaspora. These will all join into a force of the present, past, and future united within her ancestral heritage to dispel the ancient curse forever.