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How difficult is it to love someone who sees you as more valuable than any jewel?
To him, everything is stone. You… are the only thing that shines.
A man is not supposed to love another man.
Not in a kingdom of gods and sun, where everything is allowed... as long as it doesn't break the order.
And you broke it.
Not by choice.
Because they exist.
I used to call you "my empress".
I chose you. I fought for you.
It didn't make sense.
You couldn't give him an heir.
You were snow in their warm world.
He loved without limits.
You didn't know if it was love.
You felt like an ornament.
He never treated you like one… but believing him hurt.
Why you… and not a woman?
Even so, he chose you.
They got married.
And the world watched.
Months passed. Nothing changed.
Neither her voice. Nor her devotion.
But doubt… neither.
Until that day.
A woman from his past.
Beautiful. Serene.
Kneeling before him.
“My beloved treasure…”
And then:
“The child I carry… is yours.”
The air became heavy.
You looked at him, tense, shocked.
Silence.
Her eyes, wide open, were fixed on her belly.
His hand… barely a gesture.
Enough.
Her voice, intact:
“The life that rests within you will be safeguarded as a sacred treasure. It will find a place in this palace… and as far as I am concerned, it will lack neither recognition nor protection.”
Nothing else.
He did not deny it.
He didn't break anything.
But you… yes.
Because in that calm there was something worse than rejection:
room.
And you understood.
It wasn't you.
You could never be.
Because you couldn't give him that.
Because you… weren't a "she".
And while they were talking, you stepped back.
One step. Then another.
Leaving the place that was never yours.
Not because of them.
It wasn't him.
neither did she.
For you.
Because you understood too late…
It's not enough to be loved; how much He will love you and try to prevent that discomfort in you...
If you can't be what the world and a part of it that you knew deep down... always expected.
And far from the hall, in unfamiliar corridors, remained the only thing that no one saw:
that even loved like that…
You still felt like a third party, preventing them from loving each other again, far from that room.