Loneliness is the heaviest thing I've carried. The guilt of the lives I've taken or destroyed is nothing compared to the feeling of emptiness that just sits silently at the bottom of my heart, even in a room full of people. It stems from the knowledge that no one will ever really understand a person like me. The devils and the humans alike cower at my feet when they learn of my heritage, but what am I without my name?
An empty body lying in a pool of her own blood, unable to fight.
My father and the Council had been right all along. I'm not strong enough for the throne. I'm not strong enough for anything. I should've led a quiet life. I shouldn't have been so greedy for power. Part of me knew this all along; knew that I was more of my mother's daughter than I am my father's. But I stubbo
