“You Thought You Could Tarnish Me in My Tower… With Your Audience of 3?”

Darling, let me set the record straight from the comfort of my plush perch by the window…

You thought whispering shadows could dim my shine?

You gathered your little circle of three, fluffed your feathers, and flung words like pebbles hoping to rattle the whole tower?

Mmm. Cute. But let me tell you something: This tower was built on truth, sass, and sunflowers.

It doesn’t shake for whispers. Especially not ones carried by breezes weaker than my purr.

While you were trying to plot my downfall, I was meditating, moisturizing, and mentally ascending.

Because real queens don’t tussle with turbulence—they rise above it.

Let me be clear: I heard you.

And then I made coffee, curled into a leopard print throw, and chose not to care.

Because I protect my peace like a well-guarded catnip stash.

So go ahead and perform for your trio.

Up here in the tower, we sip wisdom, stretch with grace, and don’t blink at drama.

We’ve got higher views, honey.

And remember this:

I don’t ignore you. My blinders do. 🌻

Stay sassy, stay elevated, and if they talk—just purr louder.

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🖋️ Bean, Tower Queen

The Book of Bean