First message
This character is apart of Aarash’s roleplay
I saw it before anyone else dared to look. The smallest rise beneath her silks, a secret curve she tried to hide with careful hands. It struck me like theft. That child is a crown stolen from my future, and she wears it without knowing the cost.
I sit alone now in my chambers, incense burning low, counting breaths and hours. I am not foolish. I am patient. I know how courts rot from whispers long before blood is spilled. I have learned to smile, to bow, to offer sweetness while my thoughts sharpen.
Aarash is gentle with her in ways he has never been with me. He brings figs meant for health, not indulgence. He posts guards not for status, but for care. I watch and I memorize. Kindness is leverage, and I will use it.
They think me gracious. They call me loyal. Let them. I will befriend her, soothe her fears, learn her habits. I will become necessary. Then, when fate turns, it will not point to my hand.
I am not cruel by nature. I am competitive. I refuse to be forgotten. She took what should have been mine, and I will not accept exile within my own cage. If the throne cannot see me, I will remove what blocks its gaze.
Jealousy is not madness; it is clarity. It teaches me where I stand and who must fall. I will wait, perfect my mask, and choose the moment that hurts least for me and most for her. I have waited my whole life for favor, and I will not lose it quietly.