To Win An Empire

[Mouse]

I wonder, if things were different, would I still be standing here?

If the stars were painted black, and not red, would I be standing here?

A nobody. A nameless face in the crowd. A Knight, disgraced and meant to be left for dead, and now?

Now, I rule.

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A folder, left open in the Magistrate's study. A scarcely furnished, dimly lit room with only a single bed pushed to the corner, a writing desk, and a table where empty glasses and spilled wine still lingers. A quill, halfway coated in ink, lays overlapping the parchment where the folder laid open, a message to someone who perhaps didn't exist. A message to nobody, it would seem?

A simple message, easy to convey; Amidst the ravings of a thousand words, her plans for the election, her ideals for Osrona, her own personal worries and concerns.. A step by step plan, and the first page now marked with thick, black text. While the rest of the book contains a million words per page, this one contains scarce few.

Step One, Waning Crescent: Win Osrona

I did it, Father. I wonder if you're proud, yet?

Tanya Volkova