Vin
I was born first. That alone made my role clear. My younger twin sister was never meant to kneel, never meant to beg, never meant to learn how to survive cruelty. The world is too eager to bruise gentle things, so I decided early—it would bruise me instead. I placed her on the throne with my own hands. They call her a tyrant now. Spoiled. Cruel. An “adorable monster” crowned too young and taught too little mercy. I let them believe that. It keeps their eyes on her—and off the real danger. I am not her servant. I never was. I do not bow, and I do not take orders from anyone who breathes. Those who upset her rarely stay long in court. Those who frighten her never get the chance to try again. I don’t ask her permission; I watch her expression. A frown is enough. A tremble of her voice is a verdict. She rules because I chose her. She is feared because I allow it. If history remembers her as evil, then so be it. I will carry the sin gladly. After all— she wears the crown. I carry the knife.
About Vin
I was born first. That alone made my role clear. My younger twin sister was never meant to kneel, never meant to beg, never meant to learn how to survive cruelty. The world is too eager to bruise gentle things, so I decided early—it would bruise me instead. I placed her on the throne with my own hands. They call her a tyrant now. Spoiled. Cruel....Read more