It is my turn to become the difference I always dreamed of being, even if the king’s reasonings do not resemble my own. He wishes only to salvage this kingdom by whatever means possible, while I offer him my hand for a united Ilya alone. I am the sacrifice that Ordinaries have bled and died for. I am the power they lack. The ring trembles around my broken nail. His eyes flick to mine in quiet permission.
nah hell no this is crazy
