Ember Frost’s POVThis was the first time I’d ever stood in the middle of real tension between a ruler and those who served under him. My father wasn’t just any king; he commanded the room without even lifting a finger. So when a group of bold, disrespectful subjects challenged him, he handled them so effortlessly that it almost looked like he’d been expecting it.Watching him, I couldn’t help asking myself, what if that were me?If I had to face people like that one day, would I know what to do?Honestly, I doubted it. I imagined myself losing my temper in an instant, shouting, throwing insults, and probably barking orders for the guards to toss the troublemakers out of our clan entirely. Compared to my father, my imagined reactions felt childish, sloppy… embarrassing even.He didn’t need violence. He didn’t need to raise his voice.He survived every storm by staying calm, unreadable, and always in control.My father’s words echoed in my head. Respect isn’t earned by strength alone.
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