"So, what is it that you wish for, Asher Reynolds?" Veyra asked, hands resting on her hips as she studied him.
Asher rubbed his chin, pretending to think—but the truth was, his mind had already run through it all.
Power. Influence. Authority over the world. All of that was tempting, but meaningless… if he was the only one who could enjoy it.
Ever since he broke free from the author's script, one thing had become clear to him.
He didn't want to win in a broken world.
He wanted the world itself to be fixed.
He exhaled softly and met her gaze.
"I want equality."
Veyra blinked.
"The way this world works… it's wrong. Women ruling, men treated like tools… strength deciding who deserves love…" His voice steadied. "I want that gone. I want people to be free to love who they want, without power deciding their worth."
