I used to argue with him like breathing.
It was never about winning.
It was about being heard—by someone I thought saw me beyond the last name I ran from.
But that day, when he said those words…When he reminded me of the throne I left behind like it was a crown I was too selfish to wear—I realized maybe he never saw me at all.
Or maybe he did.And it scared him.
It's been quiet since then.
No arguments. No corrections. Not even eye contact in the halls.Just... silence.
And I hate it. I hate how much I miss his voice, even when it was telling me I was wrong.
I used to think I wanted to change the system.Now I just want him to look at me again, not as an heir, not as a mistake—
Just as me.
Kairi.
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