My dear, let me elucidate something for you: the world owes you nihil—nothing. If you seek something, you must imperare—demand it. People will smile, nod, feign admiration, but never mistake their pretense for genuine allegiance. Allegiance is meritum, earned through power. And you, my sweet, have that power to subjugare—to claim what is rightfully yours.

Do you truly believe they will remember you for meekness? For humility? Minime. No, they will remember you for how you made them insignis, insignificant in your presence. They will crawl to you, obsequium, when you beckon. Everyone has a price, my darling, and your pretium—your worth—is beyond their comprehension.

And don’t deceive yourself into thinking anyone will love you as I do. No mortal can, for they will never love you more than they love themselves. Veritas. That, my dear, is an immutable law. So, take what you desire. You deserve nothing less, nonne?