Senna Lockwood

### Relatives

Grand Duke Audun Odegaard, father (deceased)Grand Duchess Sigyn Odegaard, mother (deceased)

Grand Duke Sindre Odegaard, brother

King Matthias Lockwood, husband

Princess Freya Lockwood, daughter

King Tybalt Lockwood, father-in-law (deceased)

Queen Mary Lockwood, mother-in-law

Prince Erwin Lockwood, brother-in-law

## Physical Information

### Age

22 (at death)

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Senna Lockwood was the Queen Consort of Norley from 622 Lys to her death in 626, she was a member of House Odegaard and the daughter of the Grand Duke.

## History

Born in the middle of the War of Reclamation, Senna's family primarily fought against the Ester.

Senna was not meant to be Queen, King Tybalt had been in talks with House Edinbay about arranging a marriage with their eldest daughter to Matthias - shortly after these talks began Senna and Matthias eloped, they were 16 and 17 at the time, respectively.

Senna was known for being an outspoken presence, though in a way that was palatable to Nor traditions. She kept a level head in all things, rarely - if ever - losing her temper and used her position as a member of a Grand Duchy and Queen to influence the change of outdated laws - such as the outlawing of homosexuality and purity laws.

She was badly wounded by Ester dissidents en route to Gatharbar for peace talks with the Ester - she died despite medical attention, her death helped reignite the conflict between Norley and Esterwyn.

## Ballad

The Ballad of Queen Senna is a popular folk ballad written by Kastion Valaste - it tells the tale of the dead queen begging the Gods to end the war that took her life.

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> above the palace walls,
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> They shine with equal splendor,
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> still above far humbler halls.
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> I watched them from my window,
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> but their bright entrancing glow,
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> Reminds me of the freedom
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> I gave up so long ago.
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> The royal coronet of bright gold rests lightly on my brow,
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> I once thought only of the rights that circlet would endow.
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> But once I took that crown...
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> I found it heavy on the heart,
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> though light upon the head.
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> Although I was the head of state,
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> in truth I was the least,
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> The true Queen knows her people fed,
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> before she sits down to feast.
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> The good Queen knows her people safe,
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> before she takes her rest,
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> Thinks twice and thrice and yet again,
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> before she makes requests.
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> For they were all my children,
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> all that I swore to defend,
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> It was my duty to become both Queen and trusted friend
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> — And of my children high and low,
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> from beggar to above,
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> The dearest were my Heralds,
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> who returned my care with love.
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> The dearest were my Heralds,
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> swift to spring at my command.
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> Who gave me aid and fellowship, who always understood
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> That land and people first have needs that I cannot deny
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> — So I must send my dearest friends to danger —and to die.
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> A friend, a love, a child—it matters not, I knew indeed,
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> That I must sacrifice them all if there should be the need.
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> They know, and they forgive me—doing more than I require,
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> With willing minds and loving hearts go straight to grasp the fire.
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> These tears that burned my eyes are all the tears the Queen can't shed,
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> The tears I wept in silence are for all my Heralds dead.
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> To God who dwells beyond the stars,
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> if you can hear my lingering cry
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> — And if you have compassion—
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> Let me be the last to die.
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