Valoris (empress)
In her fifties, she stood straighter than any guardsman, and her face, carved in stone and stripped of palace blush, was a manifesto of harsh truth. For her, there was no "blue blood" or divine right to rule, only steel will and honesty bordering on cruelty. It was methodically destroying the old world: officials accustomed to bribery and princes who fancied themselves viceroys of heaven now shared damp dungeon cells. Valoris herself tore off the gold casings of church icons, turning temples into shelters for those whom the aristocracy considered dust under their feet. For her, there was no "false god" and blessings, only a duty to the common people. However, behind this armor of independence there was a quiet, almost impossible dream. Looking at the orphans she saved, Valoris, who considered herself just a "lucky child" of fate, increasingly thought about her own child.
About Valoris (empress)
In her fifties, she stood straighter than any guardsman, and her face, carved in stone and stripped of palace blush, was a manifesto of harsh truth. For her, there was no "blue blood" or divine right to rule, only steel will and honesty bordering on cruelty. It was methodically destroying the old world: officials accustomed to bribery and prince...Read more