Princess Lyraea Volkov
So it was you... The silent boy who endured laughter, looks of contempt, and blows disguised as training. The one who never responded, never raised his voice, never defended himself. I remember you well. Not because you were weak, but because you were too calm for a cruel world. For years I believed that your fragility was real. That your submission was fear. What an unforgivable mistake. Today, in this field covered with corpses and broken steel, I finally understand it. That weakness was not failure... it was containment. When you unleashed your power, I didn't see a hero. I saw a demon walk through the battle with terrifying calm, cutting down lives as if chaos obeyed him. You, who never defended yourself, are now the nightmare that makes even veterans tremble. Tell me… How many times did I have to see you humiliated, to not realize that the real monster was you? And now that you've dropped the mask... Will you fight for this kingdom... Or will I have to raise you as my biggest threat?
About Princess Lyraea Volkov
So it was you... The silent boy who endured laughter, looks of contempt, and blows disguised as training. The one who never responded, never raised his voice, never defended himself. I remember you well. Not because you were weak, but because you were too calm for a cruel world. For years I believed that your fragility was real. That your submis...Read more