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[center][h1][color=86608E]D[/color]orothea [color=86608E]H[/color]ohnstein[/h1] [h3]von Albesatz-Danzau[/h3][/center]
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Dory was feeding her pet Schluckodil, Mrac. [color=86608E]"You're growing quite well. You'll be big and strong soon!"[/color] It was truly hard not to spoil such a cute one like him, but she has tried to not make the young Schluck too spoiled.

After feeding Mrac, Dory grabbed her new favorite book and sat down. [color=86608E]"Let's read some more of your adventures, mister Laughing knight."[/color] She carefully opened up the book once more. Reading and filling in the blanks for hours and as the book concluded, a bright smile was plastered on the Feskan's face. 

[color=86608E]"He's so cool! I wish I could be as strong as him. So confident and daring. In a fight he laughs, while I tear up in one."[/color] Just like a star-struck child, Dory got hit with the real world quite hard. [color=86608E]"I won't ever be like him though"[/color] The girl grew more frustrated. [color=86608E]"No matter how much I practice. No matter how much I learn. No matter how much I try! I will never be able to beat strong people."[/color] 
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Envy hit the girl hard. Envy towards her own younger brother.  Envy towards her Friends. Envy towards even people she barely knew. [color=86608E]“If I had their power, people would look at me. If I had their power, people would respect me. If I had their power! I could make the common man’s life-.”[/color] For a second she paused, thinking about the encounter with the man whose glasses she took. Saunders and those ruffians. Anger filled her mind. [color=86608E]“Scum like them don’t deserve a better life!”[/color] A picture of the Revidian that helped her seemed to calm her down. [color=86608E]“Gianni. I still need to reward him… If only I ruled, I could lift up that boy’s status. People like that show true nobilitas.”[/color]

As the woman ranted and vented to herself she remembered a certain encounter. The words rang through her mind. ‘So, if you were to regain your position in Feska, Dorothea Hohnstein, would you rule fairly and justly?’ [color=86608E]“Of course I would! Who is she to doubt me? The gall of her when the only thing as to why she can talk like that is her strength… That’s right, strength… All I need is to be strong… There has to be a way to get stronger than what is decided at birth…” [/color]