Official Statement from Nicolas DeSilva, Sovereign of Corax Asylum
It appears, once again, that I am required to pause the running of an entire kingdom to address a chorus of tedious, ill-informed outrage regarding my conduct.
Let us proceed.
First, and most importantly, my tributes are mine.
Not guests. Not equals. Not delicate moral ornaments to be handled according to whatever sentimental framework you have constructed to make yourselves feel principled. They are assigned, delivered, accounted for, and entered into systems far older and far more binding than your opinions.
And now, somehow, I am expected to justify what I do with what is already mine.
Remarkable.
On Entitlement and Use
What you insist on calling lechery is, in fact, entitlement of office. A structural right. Tribute is not decorative. It is functional. It exists to be utilised, and I determine the manner of that utilisation.
That includes attention.
That includes indulgence.
That includes whatever pleases me at the time.
Do try to follow along.
As for this rather inventive accusation of infidelity, I find it especially amusing. Infidelity requires parity. It requires an agreement between equals. It requires rules that bind all parties involved.
I am not bound.
There is no deception here. No furtive behaviour. No shame. Everything I do is conducted openly, because I have no need to pretend otherwise. If anything, it is remarkably honest.
“What you call excess, I call jurisdiction.”
On Love, or the Lack of It
And since many of you seem determined to drag the language of “love” into this, allow me to clarify that as well.
I do not operate within that framework.
Love, as you insist on defining it, is sentimental, imprecise, and structurally useless. It clouds judgement. It introduces variables where none are required. It weakens systems that should remain intact.
I am not subject to it.
I deal in structure. In systems. In ownership. In appetite.
What you insist on calling love is, in reality, a combination of fixation, preference, and sustained interest within a functioning hierarchy. It does not require poetry. It requires clarity.
And I am very clear.
“I do not feel love. I organise around it.”
On Allyra
Now, since you insist on extending your confusion further than necessary, we will address Allyra.
The fact that this requires clarification is, frankly, exhausting.
Allyra is not a tribute. She is not an indulgence to be sampled by others, nor a passing curiosity to be entertained at leisure. She is singular. Fixed. Placed within a structure that you do not understand and are not entitled to interfere with.
She is off limits.
Entirely.
To anyone outside the triad, the boundary is absolute. The consequence for ignoring that boundary is not symbolic. It is not rhetorical. It is pain. Considerable, memorable, instructive pain.
This is not a suggestion.
“Touch her, and you will learn what boundaries actually are.”
On Disruption, Not Jealousy
Now, I am aware that some have attempted to reduce this to jealousy.
No.
What you are witnessing is disruption. A misalignment. An error in the handling of what is mine. It is the irritation that follows when something properly ordered is treated as though it were communal.
When Allyra is within Corax, within my domain, within the parameters that have been established, everything functions. The system is intact. I am satisfied.
When she is not, when she insists on roaming the Deep, placing herself in situations that require my attention, my correction, my intervention, it becomes inefficient.
It disrupts me.
And what pleases me is what matters.
“This is not jealousy. This is malfunction.”
On the Incident
There was, for instance, the incident involving my brother.
You will note I am not elaborating.
Her decision to engage, to touch, to involve herself in that manner produced a level of disturbance that was disproportionate, inconvenient, and entirely unacceptable. The consequences were immediate. Severe. Entirely justified.
Do not misunderstand me. I am aware that something in that moment does not fit neatly into whatever categories you would prefer to assign to it.
I do not care.
I have no intention of analysing it. No intention of rationalising it. No intention of translating it into something you can comfortably label.
It happened.
It displeased me.
That is sufficient.
On Placement and Ownership
Allyra belongs where I have placed her. Not wandering. Not testing boundaries that do not exist for her to test. Not placing herself within reach of others who lack the capacity to understand the implications of proximity.
She belongs in Corax.
She belongs within my domain, where things are controlled, where things are understood, where things function as they should.
She is not shared.
She is not available.
She is not to be mistaken for anything other than what she is.
Mine.
“She is not a feeling. She is a fixed point in my system.”
Conclusion
If that continues to cause confusion, I will be delighted to clarify it personally.
Until then, I suggest you concern yourselves with matters that fall within your limited scope of comprehension and leave the governance of Corax Asylum to someone who is actually capable of it.
Nicolas DeSilva
Sovereign of Corax Asylum
Custodian of Tribute
Arbiter of Structure, Appetite, and Order
Reluctant Participant in Other People’s Moral Crises