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“You will listen.”
“This is not a request. It is the shape your path takes.”
“A story, then—so you remember what you are being placed inside.”
“A Maester and his King.”
“They loved each other.”
“Carefully—like glass carried in both hands.”
“A devotion that learned its own limits, and still chose to grow.”
“Something rare. Something that should have been left alone.”
“But fate does not leave things alone.”
“It lifted its cleaver clean.”
“And it cut.”
“Time did the rest.”
“Arrogance settled in where wonder used to live.”
“Eons stretched thin, until even eternity felt stale in the mouth.”
“The Maester watched.”
“The King forgot how to be small.”
“And on a New Year’s night, when the world pretended to begin again—”
“—the Maester’s knife found the King’s heart.”
“As if it had always belonged there.”
“. . .”
“You know this story.”
“You have lived the echo of it.”
“You have worn both hands that held the blade.”
“And still, you do not understand it.”
“So listen again.”
“Listen properly.”
“Wake up, Pure Vanilla.”
“Your virtue is waiting for you.”