why be a king— Walking the streets of Rionna was not something I normally did. But here I was. My one good eye scanned my surroundings, most of the masses making way for a soldier of the army. A lowly lieutenant. My rank disgusted me. My part in it all disgusted me. But I kept along with it for now, not knowing my next steps, not knowing where my plan would take me. But the ambition burning rivers in my veins drove me onward, and so I would be that low ranking lieutenant. I had a soldier on either side. I planned to train them well. They’d need to know how to fight properly in order to survive, army or not. I let them shadow me, two of my greatest prodigies in my ranks. Their eyes were alert, the one on the left even more alert due to my blindness there. I ordered for them to separate and observe the crowds and wolf-watch while I slinked away to a quieter spot, a slightly more secluded area. I sat, but did not dare hang my head. Instead, my sight was leveled with the horizon line. Even though my mind warred and battled, raging inside - nothing but chiseled stoicism could be seen. Monochromatic aesthetics nothing short of regal perfection, wearing these scars proud. With the sun high, and the wind low, I soaked in the moment to attempt and offer peace to this unyielding mind. —when you can be a god? |
note to self: before uncle's death
While Eleanor dutifully ignored the multitude of requests to return to Calyx house and apologize to Mutt for how she had treated him, the interloper made quick work of her uncle's reputation, picking it apart piece by rotten piece for the buzzards to feast upon. His enemies in court and the victims whose misery he paved his stairway to success with were all too eager to snatch up the uncovered truths of his treachery. It spread through Rionna faster than wildfire catching in dried bracken. |