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No matter how far she ran or how many people she met, an invisible hand pulled Vhalla back to the crown prince of the Solaris Empire.
“Show his family what they lost in you. Spread your wings, tokshi, and fly. Soar above them, make their eyes tear as they stare into the sun to watch you reach new heights.”
The watch felt hot against her chest, and the axe on her thigh seemed to thrum with power.
“You have no idea what I’m capable of,” Vhalla whispered.
Vhalla stared at the motes of dust floating through the beams of sunlight that pierced the windows.
“Love is far better to know, even if it slips from your grasp or doesn’t bear fruit like you’d hoped. People who say they regret love, true love, are just bitter liars.”
“I don’t wish we could start over. Everything that happened, we made mistakes, but-but we loved, and I don’t regret that.”
Their promises still meant something.
Vhalla knew she understood love. Love was throwing herself into a sandstorm. Love was braving her darkest fears and battling her demons. Love was a blind dash through a Northern jungle. Love was hopeful words shared across a pillow in the darkness. Love was bravery and—perhaps most importantly—forgiveness.
His succession came washed in the blood of his father and all who dared support his name. His gifts, his prizes of leadership, were loss and hardship.
There was no mantle of the sun to settle upon his shoulders, only pain.
Vhalla dropped to her knee before the Emperor of the realms. “Long live Solaris.”
