Sisters at the Edge of War

You have always wanted it. Always pining, planning, always behind me.

Commanding attention when you walk into the room. I mean, look at you,

like you are destined for it. The sun favors the tile you walk on. Oh,

and what of it? Do you think I was born to replace you? I don't speak because

there's something ordained in my skin, Cassius. I speak because you're twitching

with invasions. You look at me as if I'm plotting to rip you from the throne.

There's only one thing that could possess you and if you've moved it,

let alone vanished from the court and used it, there will be war. And Cassius,