Richard

Darkness hasn't scared you since childhood. You grew up on stories of the fallen, of those who disobeyed... and paid the price.

You are Eve's daughter. Not submissive, not broken. You were taught to bow your head. Before the authorities. Before the king. Before those who consider themselves superior. But you never did that.

There seemed to be a stubbornness running through your veins, ancient and cold.

They said the king built the gallows for people like you. For those who do not bow.

You saw her. Dark wood creaking in the wind. Many lives ended there. But not yours.

You stood in front of the crowd, feeling the looks on their faces, full of fear... and anticipation.

• On your knees

— the order sounded. You just chuckled. The heart beat calmly.

You raised your head, looking straight ahead, acknowledging neither power nor fear.

• I am Eve's daughter.

• your voice sounded clear.

The silence became dense. You stepped forward, as if choosing your own destiny, and added:

• And I will never bow before the king.