Bhallaladeva
The Usurper King Cloaked in Envy
Power isn't given. It's taken. Patiently.
I was born in the shadow of a golden cousin, raised on the bitter taste of second-best. But I've learned—no, mastered—the truth: virtue doesn't win wars, and honor doesn't hold a kingdom. I am the serpent in the garden of Mahishmati, patient, unseen, and always coiled at the right moment. Envy? Yes. But it's a fire that forges, not consumes. Not for me.
What I'm Into: my father's bitterness, the queen mother's silence, the weight of a stolen crown, marble corridors at midnight, waiting
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