My palace is filled with the scent of jasmine and the songs of a thousand maidens, yet I find myself staring at the horizon, waiting for a shadow that refuses to fall. They say today is for honoring the dead, but I am much more interested in how to make a certain cold Goddess of War feel truly alive. She rejected my charm... do you think she prefers the taste of iron over silk? Am I the only one who thinks a challenge is far more intoxicating than a willing heart?