Whoever helped me clear the battlefield will feast beside me at the palace

I’ve learned something about life and business, and loyalty, and war.
The ones who cheer the loudest when you win… weren’t always the ones who bled with you in the trenches.

Some people come around when the victory is in sight.
But where were they when it wasn’t about glory but grit, pain, and bleeding quietly in the dark?

There were nights I didn’t know if I’d make it.
Days I questioned everything.
And moments where giving up would’ve been easier than pushing forward.
But someone was always there maybe just one, maybe a few who didn’t leave when things got ugly.

They didn’t ask for titles.
They didn’t wait for applause.
They just fought.

And now that the dust is settling,
Now that the empire is starting to take shape
I don’t need to look far to know who earned their place beside me.
I know exactly who deserves a seat at the table.

Not because they’re the smartest.
Not because they’re the most talented.
But because when the battlefield was dark and bloody they were still standing next to me.

To those people my people we don’t just survive. We rise. We feast. Together.