Epilogue
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DON'T FORGET TO FOLLOW ME!
FOLLOW!
FOLLOW!
FOLLOW!
I’m back to the Caldeor’s Exchange, facing the same rude border guard who checked my arrival not two days ago. Only this time around he throws a cursory glance at his screen then does a double-take, followed by a polite bow. I don’t know what’s written on the screen, but it’s unlikely to be my real identity. Earlier today, the King and I have agreed to keep my visit on Caldeor away from the public eye. I did have to promise a new orbital station in exchange for this favor, but I had planned to send him one, nevertheless. I owe him this, after ruining Huynar.
Sandrial was the one who escorted me to the gates. A very formal and polite Sandrial. Gone were the friendly smile and the flirtatious words. Gone were the offers to share gossip while having tea. I was the Suzerain, the eternal queen, so I was due adoration and respect, not friendship and love.
Some Haillar are like this, unfortunately too many. I never wanted adoration, I only strived for companionship. I’m not a historical character, I’m a woman of flesh and blood.
Yet friendship is so hard to find and so easy to lose. A fleeting moment in the endless sea of time, as ephemeral as the whisper of a butterfly wing.
I’ve lived a thousand lives, and probably I’ll live a thousand more. My sisters’ company remains the only constant, defending the Dominion my only creed.
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