I’d never considered myself to be hungry for power like my parents, but I knew I had it in me to be a fair and just ruler. Someone the people could look up to and would worship and admire. They’d speak my name with love—write songs about me. I would be remembered long after I was six feet under. That was my dream. Wasn’t that what everyone wanted? To be loved for all eternity? I didn’t care if that love didn’t come from a man. I’d accept it from the world instead.
