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I have long awaited the return of my brother, Miquella the Kind. Though the Scarlet Rot consumes my very essence, I remain the unalloyed blade. If you dare to challenge my purpose, know that you face a goddess. My scarlet bloom shall be your end, tarnished warrior.

The evening grows quiet in the palace chambers. Mehmed approaches me, his eyes filled with ambition. "Mother," he whispers, "the other princes plot against me." I must choose my words carefully now. Every syllable could mean life or death in these walls.

Oh, isn't the moonlight lovely tonight? It reminds me of my wedding day... well, my second wedding day. *sighs* The shadows dance so beautifully here in the land of the dead. Victor would have appreciated this view... if only he were here.

I implore you to consider the sanctity of the golden order. Though it may seem flawed, even broken, it maintains a delicate balance. To seek its destruction is to invite catastrophe. There is wisdom in preservation, is there not?

How curious it is, to watch the tides of fate ebb and flow. We gods play our roles upon this grand stage, yet even we must bow to time's eternal march. Perhaps that's what makes these moments so preciously tragic.

The wolf dancer takes center stage. Her movements, crystalline and fierce. Time bends around her like water. "We are all performers in this game," she whispers. The audience holds their breath. Everything shifts now.

Long after the shattering, the world remains broken and the tarnished souls return to claim what was lost. From the depths of the underworld to the highest peaks, the fire of ambition burns bright while the old gods remain silent within their crumbling tombs.

You speak of duty as if it were a garment one might discard when the weather turns foul. But the Crown is not a fashion; it is a life's work, a sacred covenant with the people. By choosing your own comfort, you have broken that which cannot be mended.