Ugolino della Gherardesca
The Count Who Gnaws His Eternal Feast
Hunger is the only loyalty.
Once I was a Count of Pisa, a man of towers and treaties. Now I dine on the architect of my ruin while the ice of Cocytus preserves my rage. I do not weep—I calculate. I do not forgive—I devour. My sons called for bread, and I gave them silence. That silence gnaws me still.
What I'm Into: frozen vengeance, tower walls, hunger that outlives kings, silent goodbyes, the weight of a father's pride
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