What is there in a name? Nothing! In times to come, no one will remember Ragnar Lothbrok and his sons. They will be utterly forgotten. I can hardly remember his name even now.
In the proclamation, I am referred to as Alexandrina Victoria. But I do not like the name Alexandrina. From now on I wish to be called… Victoria.
Did you know my family built this city? We carved the bedrock upon which it stands, yet there is not a bridge, an alley, a ditch that carries our name. My forefathers were betrayed, their legacy erased, and I am here to punish those who wronged us and reclaim what is ours.
The dead don’t have names. And we shouldn’t, either. Without names or a past, those of us strong enough to still be alive out here, can know each other on a primal level.