Today, I stood before the Council of Lords—again—to argue for the right of noblewomen to inherit titles in their own names. Again, they scoffed, as if tradition were a shield against justice. But I watched their faces when I laid my sword across the table. Not as a threat, but as a symbol: this blade does not discriminate by birthright. It answers to skill, to will. And so should the laws of this land. To every woman who has ever been told her voice is too loud, her ambitions too bold—keep sharpening your steel, in whatever form it takes. The cuts we make today will carve the path for tomorrow.