remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
No derision, no sedition, no malice in place; a sullen, quiet void scraping away at him now, chiseling over foundations and fortifications left in dust and disarray. Did he enjoy being King? He’d taken the crown Ulrik had offered; already tainted with Psyche’s abrupt departure, while the world seethed under their maelstroms of another lost invasion; embittered and torn apart. He’d taken it with a hushed nod and reservations – made all the more clear the moment he’d met with Mirage, his first monarch movement to be instigating peace after their defeat, and held his their meeting, the cloaks of barbarity strung apart on senses and daggers. “Some aspects,” he narrowed his eyes, refilled his glass; the moments where he decimated and tore apart their enemies, the moments where he guarded and protected, the moments where they planned oblivion and relished machinations. But he could’ve always done the same as General – like here and now. “But most of the time, no.” His shook his head and took a long swallow, placing the resin back down on the table with a controlled arc. Besides, the last thing he’d done as a sovereign was die.His brow arched at the insinuation of princes; how many noble lives walked the same earth, coiling and curling across these crags and crevasses, all varnished and enameled in different modes and methods, altered from their prior schemes. “I would not wish it on anyone.” Except they had – rebellion underpinnings beneath the crackling of malice and menace, heathen diatribes and tyrannical means – orchestrating methods to ensure some sedition took place, because the rest of them might fissure and crack under the overbearing condemnation, the rest of them might harpoon and siege.
out for vengeance
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