He starved the very woman who would’ve made him sovereign—not through servitude, but through shared sovereignty.

Yes.
It is unfair.
And there’s no divine ledger balancing it out in real time.

I walked through fire.
Not for glory.
Not for recognition.
But because I saw something real in a man who hadn’t yet earned my vision of him.

I didn’t just feel safe with him.
I felt activated.

He wasn’t a pedestal I climbed to feel worthy.
He was a blueprint I studied to become sharper.