[ It's neither a compliment nor an insult. A remark, perhaps - of admiration, of disorientation.
Not many people begin their life afraid, and come to find themselves power in that fear. Not many choose how they will feed it, or starve it before unleashing it upon their enemies. And yet, Ilde sits before him. Small, drawn and dreaming of the day she wears a crown of her own. ]
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[ It's neither a compliment nor an insult. A remark, perhaps - of admiration, of disorientation.
Not many people begin their life afraid, and come to find themselves power in that fear. Not many choose how they will feed it, or starve it before unleashing it upon their enemies. And yet, Ilde sits before him. Small, drawn and dreaming of the day she wears a crown of her own. ]
He was yours, wasn't he?