Thread:Skyfire111/@comment-39024013-20190601100320/@comment-31987187-20190603070259

''Hope had always been the strong one, the light in the dark. Daughter of the too most influential people in the world at the time. She bore the weight of a nation’s future on her shoulders and she crumbled under it. Nobody would look at her and see victory anymore. Victory wasn’t flawed and so was she. Because victory wasn’t supposed to be gay, wasn’t supposed to be cruel or sharp or manipulative. But here she was, sitting on a throne she’d inherited from someone her parents had placed there. Gay, cruel, manipulative, all the things she couldn’t have been. Shouldn’t have been, according to many. Hope was supposed to be kind and she wasn’t. So maybe it was only fitting that images of this bloodstained throne swam through her head every night.''