Victoria

And she wept, for there was nothing left to conquer
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…Truth is a matter of the imagination. The soundest fact may fail or prevail in the style of its telling: like that singular organic jewel of our seas, which grows brighter as one woman wears it and, worn by another, dulls and goes to dust. Facts are nor more solid, coherent, round, and real that pearls are.

Usula K. Le Guin

The Left Hand of Darkness