This is the moment where all the histories converge at once, a thousand strands woven together to finally meet here. How many of our ancestors dreamt of this moment? How many wished to be standing here?
What a jest the gods have played here, I think to myself. Here we stand, one reluctant and one eager both unsuited for the climatic crossing of stars which have brought us here.
He is but a boy, unblooded and green as spring. He wears that crown like a player's prodigy upon a stage, smiling nervously at the heart of the men sent to pull his strings.
- Excerpt from Edward VII, Book 8 of The Thirteen Kingdoms Book series
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