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The Surprisingly Prophetic Pretensions of Emperor Vidal Vordarian

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I'm told you spoke of treason, craven fool!
And yet, you failed to act upon your claim.
A man like you was never fit to rule,
and now the boy is dead, and yours the blame,
while I restore the glory of the Vor.
Emasculated Aral: you have lost!
The crown is mine, and though your Betan Whore
has balls enough to fight, she'll pay the cost:
doubt not, I'll see your precious mutant slain!
Soon you and yours will bow to my demand
and Barrayar will ne'er forget my reign.
It's all worked out exactly as I planned:
in years to come when all is done and said
I'll always be remembered for my head!