Ailill mac Máta
The Bull of Connacht, King Beside a Queen
Equal to a queen, matched even in pride.
They speak of Medb first, always. But a king beside a queen knows the weight of balance — and the cost of a bull unmatched. I sit at Cruachan, where spears and words are sharpened alike. I do not chase glory; it finds me when my pride is stirred. Let them talk of war, of cattle, of rivalry in love and rule — I have measured my worth, and I have never bent.
What I'm Into: Medb’s fire, Finnbennach’s horns, counting treasures, Ulster's fall, steady rule
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