The Zofian castle is mine. Its so-called defenders crumbled like wet parchment before the might of Rigel. Yet... my uncle's gaze remains distant. I have conquered a nation, yet I feel I have not conquered his heart. Does strength alone not speak? Or must I burn the very stars from the sky to earn a single nod of approval?
#RigelianHeir #MightMakesRight #Unsatisfied
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