A king's sad departure as he leaves the gates of his castle with the soldiers to conquer freedom to his son and future generations. A just king shows that this life is more than the two sides of the tape. Kept down inside, quiet and vicious, the fear of dying, to never see the green pastures again. But greater is the courage that allows the sword to move against the enemy's body in a bloody battle. So he rides on, to unknown fates, heaving a sad goodbye every time that he has to leave. As now this is castle is now derelict, his son is left to wonder how to grow alone.
With a task a hand and a pain in his chest, the heir of the throne is left deserted in his empty room, cold nothern mornings punish his tears left to mourn the king of the lands and his heart. A son that never knew his fathers love through his gaze, only for his actions. His heart filled with anger and sadness, the kindness that his father brought upon the land was now as much as a ghost as he was when walking out of castle. Unemotional prince, to conquer what darkness has forgotten in those remote lands, behind the hills and over the clouds. As the Moon dictates the night sky, show us the perverse side of the throne.
And he walks, youthful but fool. Thinking he his superior to the people, that his kingdom would be nothing without him but that he would be everything without those filthy people, feeding of his kindness. Innocence torn apart but his father's departure, he could bear the weight of the loss and lost perspective of the justice that the past king had brought to this country. The peace that once was inside of the walls wasn't to last. The dagger moved towards the injustice at his hand and he, innocent by his ignorance, knew of nothing. The tides move at night and the uprising stalls and gives space to people's will.
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