"After slaying her siblings in the merciless battle for the throne, she spared no mercy for her father. With a single, unwavering strike, she severed his head from his shoulders, cold and unfeeling, sealing his fate and claiming the throne as her own.
"It is said that the day she ascended the throne, she was soaked in blood—her clothes, face, hands, and sword, even the very ground beneath her. Corpses lay scattered around her as she sat upon the throne bathed in blood, her gaze cold and unyielding, betraying not a shred of emotion. Thus, she forged a legacy steeped in blood and death, forever etched in the annals of history."
"Rumors claimed that even her twin sibling disappeared under mysterious circumstances. It was whispered she had killed them too in the battle for the throne."
"Yet, Reinelle, dreaded and reviled as 'The Bloody Queen,' left an indelible mark on Aristynne. To those beyond the kingdom's borders, she was whispered of as 'The Butcher of Aristynne,' a title that carried with it the scent of death and destruction. The youngest to ever ascend the throne, she became a figure of terror, known by many names—'The Devil,' 'The Cruel Slaughterer'—her very existence a symbol of unrelenting power and merciless rule. her blood-soaked reign marking an era of unrelenting fear and domination."
"However, she wasn't merely cruel—she was brilliant. She transformed Aristynne into the powerful kingdom it is today. She founded the Aristynne Academy, opened Avare Forest for training, constructed trade routes, built a Mage Tower, and established necessary teleportation gates. She treated every citizen equally."
"Law and order were introduced, and Aristynne transformed into a land where only one's ability mattered—identity, origin or status meant nothing. Its knights were notorious for being ruthless, earning them the fearsome title: 'Monsters of Aristynne.' They would kill without hesitation, without mercy in battles."
"In the beginning, Aristynne's knights were bold but not yet strong. Reinelle subjected them to brutal training, posting them at Avareth Forest's boundary, commanding them to slay any beasts that emerged, preventing chaos from spilling into the kingdom. Over time, they grew more powerful, eventually becoming the legendary "Monsters of Aristynne."
"Later, the knights realized that she delayed setting up a protective barrier around Avareth Forest intentionally—forcing the knights to harden themselves in blood and battle."
"She allowed anyone, regardless of background, to enter the forest to train if they want, resulting in the rise of powerful mages, summoners, spiritualists, and swordmasters."
"Her strict laws eradicated crime and immorality. Notices were posted everywhere, clearly listing her orders, followed by this declaration at the bottom:
{{ These are the laws and rules that every subject of Aristynne must abide by.
If you wonder who Aristynne's subjects are, know this:
From the moment you step inside Aristynne's territory, you become its subject and must obey its laws. Whether you are a king from another kingdom, empire or a beggar, everyone must follow Aristynne's laws and rules inside Aristynne.
This is itself a rule of Aristynne. So, don't attempt or even think of breaking it.
Written by The Queen of Aristynne,
Reinelle de Aristynne.
}}
"She even gave advice about life—words so revered that after her death, they were turned into guiding principles:
{{
1.
'Judge not by face, nor by name,
Not by birth, nor species, nor age's claim.
Weigh them instead by skill and might,
By talents bright and knowledge's light.'
---
2.
'Walk a mile in another's shoes,
Feel their pain, their joy, their views.
Before you judge, take the time to see,
The heartache that could be you or me.'
---
3.
'Bow not to titles, wealth, or race,
Not to beauty or a noble place.
If you must bow, then bend the knee
To ability, craft, and creativity.'
---
4.
'Look inside and know your soul,
Strive to mend, strive to grow whole.
Better the world, but better yourself,
For wisdom begins when we know ourselves.'
---
5.
'Keep your feet firm, your gaze not high,
Look not down when others pass by.
Today you scoff at humble tread—
Tomorrow, you may seek their stead.'
---
6.
'If born in wealth, be kind, not vain,
Don't scorn the hands with labor stained.
The rich may hire, the poor endure,
Yet both are fleeting, nothing's sure.'
---
7.
'There's no such line of high and low—
Just hearts that beat, and blood that flows.
No noble crown nor common brand
Can change the life in every hand.
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8.
'Call no one low, no soul impure,
For emperors beg at healers' door.
An empress seeks a tailor's art,
A princess learns from common hearts.
Today they may seem small to you—
Tomorrow, they'll hold power too.'
---
9.
'If charity you give with pride,
Hide disdain, let kindness bide.
For what's a token gift for fame,
Might light a fire, ignite a flame.
A beggar saved may pay the price—
Their life exchanged for your sacrifice.'
---
10.
'Gratitude, the light that clears the haze,
Focus on blessings, not what you chase.
What you have is worth more than you know,
Richness lies in what you let grow.'
---
11.
'Not all things come in a hurry,
Sometimes stillness brings the worry.
But in the quiet, wisdom's found,
In patience, life begins to resound.'
---
12.
'Judge not the poor, the weak, the old,
Nor stories that remain untold.
You know not scars beneath their skin,
The battles lost, the wars within.
So hold your tongue, and cast no stone—
For struggles lived are theirs alone.'
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"P.S. — These are not rigid laws nor commands that demand obedience. They are simply thoughts, shaped in moments of reflection, offered as gentle advice. Take them as you will—consider them, question them, or set them aside if they do not resonate with you. But if even a single word lingers in your mind and brings a moment of clarity, then perhaps they have served their purpose." }}
Astra's fingers slowly traced the worn edges of the pages as she continued reading, the faint rustle of parchment filling the quiet room.
Her eyes moved line by line, yet her thoughts drifted far beyond the words before her.
"To think they actually revered these words…"
The murmur slipped from her lips, low and edged with cold amusement.
"What a bunch of fools."
The mockery in her voice was unmistakable, sharp and dismissive. Yet beneath it, there was something hidden in her tone—a trace of bitterness or perhaps even a faint hint of something unknown. She couldn't quite place it.
A short laugh escaped her, light and scornful, but it rang hollow. Almost immediately, the sound faded into silence.
Her expression shifted, the amusement draining from her eyes as though it had never been there.