Frederick von Eldritch stood at the entrance of the Morningstar manor for the first time in centuries. The air was heavy with stillness, yet his eyes missed nothing. There she was, small among the kings and demons, a child neglected by her parents, surrounded by servants, dressed in the finest fabrics, silent. Frederick noticed how every movement was calculated with precision despite her young age. A quiet power, almost invisible, but undeniably present. He whispered to himself, “So it has always been... attention for the other, while she remains a shadow.”

Years passed, and Charlie received all the love and attention, while she grew in silence, learning, observing, controlling herself. Frederick saw it all from the beginning: her mind was sharp, not easily deceived, she did not seek fame or games, only logic and control. While everyone else was distracted by Charlie’s antics, Frederick began his plan: to approach her, not out of love yet, but to prepare her. Years of watching, waiting, studying her reactions, every attempt to get close to her failed. “Difficult, more than I expected... but she is strong... her mind is sharp... her heart guarded...”

Centuries passed, and she had not spoken a single word to him, yet she proved herself every day, not just a neglected child. Her dragons, Dorgo and Nyra, revealed her immense power, and she began to move among the Goetia and Overlords, gaining their respect without words, without asking, only through actions. Every time Frederick approached, she was like an ice wall, yet she gave no real resistance, no smile, no retreat, just a calm silence reflecting complete control over herself.

After 300 years, Frederick realized that her silence was the most dangerous thing: every piece of advice was received silently, yet executed. Every attempt at affection or praise was not mere play, but a means to guide her for his benefit. One night, he sat near her while she observed one of the dragons, looking at her closely, filled with awe: beauty and power unlike anything he had ever seen. No longer the neglected child he first watched centuries ago, she had become a potential queen. “Even your silence... it terrifies me, yet it draws me in...” he murmured softly, knowing he now wielded more influence than he had ever dreamed.

As time passed, she acted as the true queen of Hell, dealing with Overlords and politicians with ruthlessness and wisdom, giving orders without words, without discussion, without mistakes, and even the strongest could not oppose her. Frederick witnessed everything—her clever moves, her complete silence, her absolute control over others—and realized that her silence was not weakness, but a weapon. He began giving her advice, strategies, and power, and she followed silently, without objection, without refusal.