Azief sighed
" If I am not here, if I am not related to Katarina….then Boris would have died. His dream of absolute power would turn into ashes. And the power struggles that followed would plunge the entire Republic into chaos"
Azief gaze shifted around the Senate room, his mind etching the faces and roles of those who had participated in the memory, as well as those who had remained on the periphery.
With a final deep breath, he opened his eyes and found himself still present in his own room, the memory now nothing more than another recollection locked away in his mind.
A long, heavy sigh escaped Azief lips, a testament to the complex emotions swirling within him.
Boris had never been his favourite person, but he had tolerated him for the sake of his sister, Katarina.
The ties of love had compelled Azief to involve himself in this affair, navigating treacherous paths and enduring the consequences that came with it.
