Remnants: IX. Sovereign of Silence

Silberhafen bows beneath my hand, No crown I need to rule the land. Darius dances on strings unseen, The Kaiser’s puppet, bound to Kaiserin, I move the council, law, and trade, From shadow throne where deals are made. Each noble voice that dared dissent, Now kneels in fear of my intent. The factions fell before my gaze, Their banners burned in crimson blaze. No rebel dares to speak my name, Unless they wish to feed the flame. Through iron law and blooded power, I built my peace, my dreadful tower! The city sleeps, but none are free— For fear itself now worships me! Then word arrived on raven’s wing: Atheron strikes—let war bells ring! Rozas burns, Rozetria bleeds, Her ruin blooms from planted seeds. Yet shadows whisper things unkind, Of movements threading against my mind. Estel’s spies slip through the mist, Red Dragon’s eyes that can’t be missed. My servants melt in alley’s shade, With sealed commands my quill has made. Letters fly on midnight’s breath, To snare the plots that herald death. I reign through terror, forged in night, Where laws are written out of fright! Let Atheron feast—my smile grows wide, But foreign blades now test my side! I’ll write in blood what none shall see— The empire bows, or bends to me! The map is mine! The map is mine… the board is set, Yet distant shadows owe me debt. Rozetria hurts… but I feel cold, As new storm wakes in plots untold…