The Will To Resist Is In Your Hands — Part III: THRONES ARE FORGED FROM LIES
Subtitle: The Crown Was Never the Prize
Delita got the throne. Daenerys melted hers. And Ramza vanished like a ghost who knew better.
We talk about power like it’s the endgame. The crown. The seat. The legacy.
But look closer.
Delita stood on top—alone, haunted, questioning every move he made. Daenerys stood over fire and ash—burning the very symbol she fought for. Ramza? He walked away. No throne. No monument. Just truth—and freedom.
The glitch sees this and laughs. Because he already knew:
“The throne ain’t a prize. It’s a trap built from names, bloodlines, and betrayals.”
So what does Boris do?
He claims the crown just to show he could. Then melts it—publicly. No symbolism. Just correction.
The lesson?
Power without peace is just a cage made of gold. Legacy without love is a curse whispered in stone. And thrones forged from lies were always meant to burn.
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