–Frey Starlight's POV–
I never imagined I'd end up like this…
Sitting between two girls, hiding beneath the princess's cloak.
Sansa had done exactly what I expected from the start.
I was sure she had her own loyal students, just like Aegon.
That made dealing with the third-years a much more manageable task.
But until all the second-years were gathered,
I had to stay here.
With her.
Sitting beside the princess, I felt… strange.
After days of fighting and running nonstop since the trial began, this sudden stillness was unfamiliar.
Adriana remained completely isolated.
She hadn't said a word since Jessica left.
Everyone was quiet.
Only the sound of rainfall filled the space.
"Is it always like this between you two, or am I the reason?"
The silence was starting to gnaw at ,
so I broke it with a question.
But Sansa simply shook her head.
"No… we've been like this even before you arrived."
Before I arrived, huh.
Does it have to do with the dead monsters outside?
The way those creatures had been slaughtered so violently—
The injuries made it obvious that whoever killed them was far stronger.
And that person was sitting right next to .
That power Sansa had unleashed…
It resembled shadow manipulation,
but sothing about it felt different—its essence was off.
"Sansa… that power of yours…"
"Don't talk about it."
She cut off sharply.
"Please."
So it was a sensitive subject.
"Got it."
I didn't pry.
I wouldn't ask why she was using sothing that looked like a demon ability.
I just… wouldn't.
She shifted the topic almost imdiately.
"But you… of all people… going against Aegon?
Did you finally decide to join the race for the throne?"
Given my influence within the Starlight family,
it was a fair question.
"I have no interest in interfering.
I'll leave the choice to my sister."
Backing one heir ant making an enemy of the other.
A 50-50 gamble.
And Aegon had the upper hand,
thanks to his achievents—
and the fall of the Moonlight family, who had once supported Sansa.
She, on the other hand, had a powerful story of her own—
The princess who returned from hell.
It earned her a lot of support,
especially from those who believed in fate.
Surviving sothing no one else had…
To them, it was a miracle.
After all, everyone who had been with her… had died.
"So… you're staying neutral."
Sansa's expression remained unreadable.
"Did I disappoint you?"
Maybe she expected to support her—
Especially considering our quiet, unspoken friendship.
But she was surprisingly understanding.
"No…
That's just the kind of person you are, Frey.
You don't get involved in things that don't concern you."
"That's true."
Talking with Sansa was going… oddly well.
Much smoother than with most people.
Maybe it was because I didn't write much about her in the original story.
I knew very little about her personality.
In a way… she felt like .
An outsider in this world.
I was soone who wasn't supposed to be here in the first place.
And she was soone who should've died long ago.
There was sothing refreshing about talking to soone whose mind I couldn't predict.
Even though…
She seed to read mine most of the ti.
Thinking about Aegon and Sansa,
there was sothing that had been bugging for a while.
"What happens to the loser?"
"What do you an?"
She asked, locking eyes with .
"The loser of the throne race.
What happens to them?"
Would they be exiled?
Stripped of their title?
Sansa's answer was… sothing else entirely.
She smiled.
And I realized just how naive I'd been.
"Naturally…
The loser dies."
Dies?
"Seriously?
Isn't that… a little much?"
I an—
They're siblings from the sa family.
Sansa shook her head and began to explain…
"The winner can't allow the other to live…
It's an unspoken law when it cos to this kind of battle.
That's why Father forbade us from killing each other as long as we're inside the Temple."
"That's… too much."
Would they really go that far?
To kill your own family over a title… even if it's for the Emperor's seat?
It seed like Sansa was reading my thoughts, because she continued:
"Even if we don't want to kill each other…
Our allies will push for it.
They can't risk letting a wildcard survive and undo everything they've built.
That's what it ans to be children of the royal family.
We can bla fate for making us this way…
Or we can bla our father, for deciding to have us both at the sa ti."
She hugged her knees and stared quietly into the distance.
"Whether it's or Aegon…
At best, one of us will die after our ti in the Temple ends.
That's our fate."
And what a fate it was…
"That doesn't suit you, Sansa."
"What do you an?"
I looked at the girl sitting next to .
I didn't know much about her—only what I'd seen and heard so far.
"You just don't seem made for all that.
If you ask , you look more like an ordinary girl…
Not so tyrant empress ruling from a throne."
That kind of life suited her more—far more, honestly.
Sansa chuckled quietly at my last comnt.
She could've taken offense… but she didn't.
"I agree with you, Frey.
I think I'd much rather spend my days lounging around the Temple gardens, playing with flowers… than any of this."
She toyed with her fingers as if imagining that kind of life.
"But Frey…
Things don't always go the way we want.
Sotis, we just have to accept reality."
She was right.
I knew that.
But I couldn't accept it.
Because if I did, then everything I'd done until now would be a contradiction.
If I accepted reality and sat still,
That would an I'd resign myself to being Frey Starlight forever.
But I was working to shatter that reality—by force.
That was my path.
As for Sansa?
I wasn't in any position to tell her what to do.
Maybe a real friend would have.
"Sorry…
I made you talk about a lot of unpleasant things."
I apologized, trying to shift the conversation away.
But Sansa didn't seem bothered at all.
"It's fine, Frey.
Talking with you is… welco here."
It was better than being trapped in her own thoughts.
Better than that suffocating silence.
Sohow…
She seed like she was suffering more than .
Maybe I had a light at the end of my tunnel.
Sothing I was chasing.
But the tunnel she walked …
It looked black all the way through.
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