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Valeria, her name was Valeria, the woman with the M told her that. She did not care for Latveria. She did not care for it's rustic beauty, for the huts and buildings, for the throngs of adoring subjects. She did not care for the way they looked at her, longed to touch her, longed to be her.
Doom, father, told her that this was her path, it was her birthright, her duty. She was to rule this place one day. The people would love her as they loved him. Her hand would be as strong as his, her heart just as inaccessible. Valeria looked in the mirror. Her eyes spoke none of the hardness that her father's did. Her hands were slight, her frame slender. Doom was a big man, and his way was even larger than him. Doom was not the type to sneak up on his enemies. And it was a good thing, because there was no way Doom could ever sneak up on anyone. He was too loud, too proud, to full of vigor and confidence. Valeria was a different sort. She was patient and quiet. She preferred listening to speak, learning to teaching. She could never see herself up there in front of the masses like her father did, promising them power and victory. She was too smart for that. Promised people were hungry people, and hungry people could become unruly people. Still, her father's people were her father's business. At least for now.
Valeria walked from the mirror to her bed. Another long night was before her. She was restless, but tonight was different. She felt strange, uneasy. She could remember nothing of who she was, but tonight, there seemed to be something pressing on her, something aching to be free of the mist of her lost memory.
Her head hit the pillow and felt something unnatural beneath it. She pulled out a paper letter wrapped around something. She unfolded it, to reveal a small metal object. Her mind flashed to the night she was found. Everything was hazy then, but she remembered it. The strange women, the M woman, put it in her pocket. Valeria didn't pay it much attention. She glanced at the letter.
Hope you're enjoying the digs. If I were you, I'd sneak into Doomie's room. His mini fridge has the best stuff. I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you went in there right now. Anyway, sorry for lifting this from you. You weren't ready for it yet. Nice work, by the way. You really are as talented as they say. Or, as they will say. Good luck Val. And don't forget what I told you.
"Watch for what watches back," Valeria muttered, remembering the woman's words. She made her way into Doom's room, bypassing the guards and clutching the device in her hands.
"Father," she said, catching sight of him. "I have something. It seems familiar. Is it mine?"
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