Remnants: VIII. Partiture of Havoc Interlude

The council kneels, they heed my name, But half the realm still plays her game. Loyalty to the dead Kaiser runs deep— My whispers only half of them keep. Though power bows before my feet, The other half still feel her heat. Strong hearts cling to Rozetria’s light, My magic can’t fully break their "plight". I talk, write in secret, underlings and letters fly, To Atheron’s king with hungry eye. Incompetent fool who craves more region, I feed him dreams of Rozas alone. I push Darius to claim the role, “Protector Kaiser” — take control! He speaks my name with sudden fire, Declares my blood is royal, higher! “What a problematic way of thinking,” I hiss inside while softly smiling. He drags my past into the light, The bastard stain now shines too bright. Rozetria, take your rest so sweet, While I bestow my blessing complete. Everything is fine, but force majeur, The Empire is in chaos, that's for sure. When Atheron’s blades are whetted sharp, I whisper low to Darius’ heart: “They come to help you seize the crown." He nods and smiles like a puppet of my own. "Sail to Silberhafen, we let them fight.” His response beyond my plan, beyond my sight. I bite my tongue, no word I say, Just follow him into the fray. Half the realm still sings her praise, But war is coming through the haze. The serpent smiles behind the mask— Rozas will burn… I’ll finish the task! Half a crown is not enough… But soon the rest will feel my touch. Rozetria’s rose will bleed and fall— Seraphine rises… claiming all.