Chapter 859 Who Said Only Women Can Wear A Tiara?
"But while watching him fight for his life," Hera continued, her voice calm but full of quiet strength, "I suddenly found an inspiration. As many of you know, the phoenix is a mythological bird that burns in its own fire—but it doesn’t end there. It rises from its ashes, reborn into something stronger and even more beautiful, capable of igniting the world with its flames."
She glanced at the design on the screen.
"While designing the Phoenix, I kept looking at my boyfriend, praying he would rise from his own life-and-death battle. That he would come back stronger... and one day face those who hurt him, with strength forged through pain and survival so he could take his own revenge."
She paused briefly before continuing, "The Dragon set, on the other hand, was something I designed for myself. There’s a saying that dragons aren’t born—they’re made. A dragon is not a creature of comfort; it’s a creature of trials. A tiny snake in a pond might dream of greatness, but unless it dares to leave the safety of that pond and face the vast, unpredictable ocean, it will never grow into something greater."
Her eyes swept across the room, her tone steady and personal.
"I saw myself as that snake. Small. Full of fear. But determined to grow. And to do that, I had to face my fears, overcome my pain, and walk paths I never imagined. Only by doing so can I hope to be stronger—strong enough to become someone else’s strength. Someone worthy of protecting the people I love."
The room was silent.
Stunned.
Moved.