Hestia paced in her chambers, her mind racing as she carefully constructed her plan. She had always been methodical, calculating, and patient, but this was different. This wasn't just about power anymore—this was about love.
Florana didn't want him but his power. Hestia could see the truth clearly, even if Xerock couldn't. Florana was using him, luring him with her beauty and strength, seeing him only as a tool to cement her rule over the kingdoms. But Hestia, she was different. She would love him, cherish him for who he was, not what he could bring her. Hestia's heart ached with the certainty of it.
She would prove it to Xerock. She would make him see the truth. And if it meant pushing Florana out of the way, so be it.
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