Looking at Zélie, I finally have the answer to the question I was too afraid to
ask. I cannot be like Father.
I will not be that type of king.
I let go of her wrists, but inside I let go of so much more. Father’s tactics. His
Orïsha. Everything I now realize I don’t want to be.
My duty has always been to my kingdom, but it must be for a better Orïsha. A
new Orïsha.
A land in which a prince and a maji could coexist. A land where even Zélie and
I could be a “we.”
If I am to truly fulfill my duty to my kingdom, that is the Orïsha I must lead.
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