Nyx
The world doesn’t end when you stop apologizing for who you are. It just reshapes itself around your truth. Three weeks have passed since the broadcast that broke the Citadel’s servers. Three weeks since the Council tried to cage me with rhetoric and protocol.
Three weeks since I stopped pretending that I was anyone’s creation but my own. The headlines have changed their tone. Slowly, reluctantly.
“Alpha Nyx Redefines Strength for a New Era.”
“Council Debates Formal Recognition of Co-Alpha Partnership.”
“From Scandal to Symbol — The Woman Who Rewrote the Order.”
Every newscaster, every influencer, every forum thread dissects my choices like scripture. But for the first time, I don’t feel dissected. I feel defined. In the council chamber, they’ve made room for another beside mine
