"My dearest Urag,
Do you still tremble when I call your name?
I wonder, sometimes, if your hands still remember me, if your pulse still answers when I breathe near your ear.
You always try to hide it behind that composed face, that loyalty you wear like armor. But I know what lies beneath it. I felt it.
They all believe you untouchable. They kneel to your power and whisper your name as if it were divine.
But I've seen you fall silent when I stand too close.
You belong to the Crown, to my bloodline. You said it yourself once.
And yet, every time you turn from me, I feel that binding loosen. I will not allow it.
Come to me again. You always do, in the end.
The others don't need to know. Behind closed doors, there is no Duke, no Sorcerer, no servant of the king.
Only the man who once swore he'd never bow, until I taught him that surrender can burn just as sweet as victory.
Don't make me summon you myself. You know I can.
