Czechoslovakian Queen

Can a queen be both warrior and sorcery all in one?  I am coming into a spiritual presence that is Czechoslovakian queen.  I rule with cruelty and honor.  I bring the darkness to the light, and fight the ghosts of the night during the day.  One can fight me, but now I write swiftly as my knights mount their steeds.  One of the brilliant few, Sergii, came to me in my time of need, actually, with a sword that had been stolen from a foe queen, Elizabeth of England.  He was my friend in captivity, and he played jester games with Vladimir Putin through a land line.  I would watch and giggle.  He had confused boots for notoriety and I set him straight.  Maybe his nuclear physics blossomed young and his almost vampiric rage boiled over, and he caused Chernobyl.  It is all good now.  He understands the power of Wiccan Witchery on his soul.  He will protect me through my amulet.  Today, I knight BLUE EYES from Columbia Heights Police force.  He is brilliant, powerful, rich, and now steely sane.  His power has taken the vicinity, and law enforcement by storm.  He has needed a strong queen to just flirt casually and then give him his privacy.  Come to my desk and bring me a quill pen at the Starbucks Castle, in Fridley.  I will sign your name with it, and then name you KING in this land.  You are grand and your servitude is through.  I cast out the demons today and they will just appear in the dungeons of Anoka Sanitarium.  No more going through your things.  Sergii will protect you with a mystical ring.  He sees us wed in GEOMETRY, and sitting beneath the stars in Lawrence, IN.