Post by Cadenza on Oct 14, 2006 22:19:07 GMT -5
The king stood in his rooms, silent as he gazed out of the window overlooking the courtyards. He sighed. It was a sigh of contentment. Like a cat, purring after a saucer of warm milk.
His life was perfect. He was the ruler of a whole kingdom. Him. all thanks to the 'misfortune' death of his so called brother. He was rich. He had everything he could possibly ever want...
or at least this is what he told himself.
What he didn't possess was the shear joy of living. The joy of laughter, of love. He never stopped to think that perhaps there was more to life than money and power. He thought that the life of a peasant was all misery. He should never like to be poor, because it would be awful! but what he didn't realize was that his people had once been happy, be they poor or wealthy. They were happy, because they realized this joy in life. They were not blinded by money, by riches.
Perhaps this is why he felt that he needed to punish them so. To make them suffer. Because, even with his power, with his money, the peasants all seemed to hold more joy than his heart could ever conceal. He loathed them for this. no, he DESPISED them, for this. He did not even admit to himself what his rage was made of, but it was prominent, and very much real. And so, he raised the taxes. He was strict, he was cruel, he was unjust - and he in turn was loathed back. He made his peoples lives miserable, and what for? revenge. though he didn't know what this revenge was for.
He had once known love. It hadn't been the truest of loves, but it was love. She had been a pretty woman. young. He at the time had been very handsome. His stunning green eyes were the type of green that is usually only seen in elves. He was no elf. Infact, he quite despises the race. Say's they're too stuck up for their own good.
He had married her. Her name had been Rosa. It wasn't until after her death, giving birth to their son, that he had changed. He gained weight, loosing his figure, though never the stunning green of his eyes which was passed on to his son. He had grown greedy and power thirsty. He sought revenge onto the world that had deprived him of his love. That was when he murdered his brother. He had thought of murdering his son as well, but decided that it would do him no good. His son would remain his heir, once he stole the throne.
Even so, he still hates his son. Young. Handsome. everything that he is no longer. And still the thought of murder lurked in the depths of his mind, waiting to pounce.
His life was perfect. He was the ruler of a whole kingdom. Him. all thanks to the 'misfortune' death of his so called brother. He was rich. He had everything he could possibly ever want...
or at least this is what he told himself.
What he didn't possess was the shear joy of living. The joy of laughter, of love. He never stopped to think that perhaps there was more to life than money and power. He thought that the life of a peasant was all misery. He should never like to be poor, because it would be awful! but what he didn't realize was that his people had once been happy, be they poor or wealthy. They were happy, because they realized this joy in life. They were not blinded by money, by riches.
Perhaps this is why he felt that he needed to punish them so. To make them suffer. Because, even with his power, with his money, the peasants all seemed to hold more joy than his heart could ever conceal. He loathed them for this. no, he DESPISED them, for this. He did not even admit to himself what his rage was made of, but it was prominent, and very much real. And so, he raised the taxes. He was strict, he was cruel, he was unjust - and he in turn was loathed back. He made his peoples lives miserable, and what for? revenge. though he didn't know what this revenge was for.
He had once known love. It hadn't been the truest of loves, but it was love. She had been a pretty woman. young. He at the time had been very handsome. His stunning green eyes were the type of green that is usually only seen in elves. He was no elf. Infact, he quite despises the race. Say's they're too stuck up for their own good.
He had married her. Her name had been Rosa. It wasn't until after her death, giving birth to their son, that he had changed. He gained weight, loosing his figure, though never the stunning green of his eyes which was passed on to his son. He had grown greedy and power thirsty. He sought revenge onto the world that had deprived him of his love. That was when he murdered his brother. He had thought of murdering his son as well, but decided that it would do him no good. His son would remain his heir, once he stole the throne.
Even so, he still hates his son. Young. Handsome. everything that he is no longer. And still the thought of murder lurked in the depths of his mind, waiting to pounce.