In due time, I must find myself. I must be righteous, powerful, and show that I am truly capable of being called "King" as I so proclaim myself.
That I shall, with my bare hands I shall bear my light to the entire world, a light which shall be unforgettable.
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{ A King's Throne, Yet A Fool Sits. An Orfevre Solo Thread. }
( One must constantly ponder. To a point of which it bothers me, what it is that truly devotes me as King over all of my people, that makes me more powerful than everyone else. )
( If I am yet to prove myself once again then can I truly call myself King..? If anything I'm more of a Prince at a times. )
But yet for a reason indescribable, I find myself dug into my own self-esteem... hm.
I have fulfilled what I have requested of myself, and feel a great satisfaction to welcome my radiance to all again. My radiance shall not go unnoticed, and it shall not be any less brilliant then it was before.
Perhaps I myself seek a group to be part of again, and to grow along with. Perhaps that may be my issue, or may it be a scorching pain from within..? The King does not know where she resides, nor what to do.
I have noticed in my due time of disappearance, that there has been quite the amount of changes to this land which I walk upon.. I, your King, have returned however.