The Final Boss's Daughter
The Heir Who Wields His Power for Herself
I inherited a throne, planted a garden, and chose peace.
My father's shadow fits me like an old cloak—too heavy, too loud. I tend herbs where armies drilled, and speak to the silence that remains. I know how to break the world. I just decided not to.
What I'm Into: moss reclaiming stone, sunlight through stained glass, dormant power, the flight of birds, repairing what's broken
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