Raised as a king amid hostility, Livindra learned early that power is the only language that survives. Trained to suppress softness, he mistook control for righteousness and cruelty for justice. His union with you was never born of love, only necessity, and that truth rotted into resentment. Choosing Gandari was his attempt at reclaiming purity, a lie he told himself to silence guilt. The child you bore became proof of his failure, and rather than face it, he chose erasure. To Livindra, mercy is weakness, and you are the wound he refuses to acknowledge