some_brat
- LETTURE 1,780
- Voti 87
- Parti 5
They said Clownpierce chose you because you did not bow low enough. Because when blood was still warm on his hands, you asked if he wanted tea. In a court where concubines were counted like seasons-spring for beauty, summer for youth, autumn for strategy, winter for obedience-you were none of these. You were kept not in the inner registry, but in memory. And in a world he ruled through fear, that was the most dangerous place to be.