A king is only as strong as his throne.
That’s why the Right of Kings is so important. Such a special, meaningful occasion. It’s a way for the king to make a declaration to the people. For him to show what it is that he’s about. What kind of ruler he will be.
The Right of Kings is when the king reveals his throne to the people. A throne that is of his own choosing, his own design, because, as I’ve said:
A king is only as strong as his throne.
And my throne?
It will be the strongest of all.
Continue reading “Kings and Thrones”
It was that day in the rain.
It didn’t mean much to me then, but I keep going back to it. Like wandering through the same roads. Converging at the same points. That day in the rain didn’t mean much then, and, even now, it probably still doesn’t. Or, at least, it wouldn’t.
If it weren’t for the fact that:
I keep going back to it. Continue reading “Silent Knight”
They say he died in the middle of that small, small pond. Defending a human child from some wild beasts. They say he died valiantly against a manticore—or maybe it was a drakken. They say that, when he died here, the pond grew. Ten feet longer, eons deeper. A small island sprouted in the midst of the pond, right in the center. Right where he took his last breath. A small island formed, and then, atop that small island, an oak tree grew. Tall and grizzled looking. Branches reaching outward, arms open, as if ready to embrace any who tread upon that small island.
That’s not true, is it?
That small island was not meant for just anyone.
It was meant for only a special someone.
Only meant for one.
One who seeks. Continue reading “Oak Speaks”
If you put the right kind of fuel to flame, anything will burn.
Buildings. Monuments. Governments. Structures of power, of might. Whole nations can crumble. Can fall.
If only you have the right fuel.
Anything will burn.
It will all burn. Continue reading “Ash And Ash, We Make Dust”
I was a princess betrothed to a prince.
A prince with a kingdom. A prince with power. A prince with money, and fame, and people who adored him. I was betrothed to a prince who was foolish. A prince who, in the span of just a year, lost everything his kingdom had ever built.
I was betrothed to a prince who lost everything.
And when he did, he went missing. Gone. Not a single trace of him to be found. I was betrothed to a missing prince who left only a note with one word.
I was betrothed to a prince. A prince who I’d known for as long as I can remember. A prince with a kind heart and a clear voice. A prince who wouldn’t dare fight to keep others from their freedom.
I was betrothed to a prince.
And I will be again. Continue reading “Weak Prince”
There is something to be said for passion.
It can turn the tides, that’s for sure.
Anyone can be a pro, an expert, and still be beat.
But only if their opponent has passion.
Only if they have passion.
Passion can break rocks. Dry oceans. It can turn the sands of the desert without the help of wind. It can crack the very foundation of a thing.
Of a person.
Passion is powerful, yes.
That’s why we must be careful with it.
Continue reading “Passion”
There are all types of dragons out there.
Big ones, small ones. Ones that breathe fire, or ice. Ones that don’t breathe anything at all. Ones that can swim, ones that can fly, ones that can dig. There are all different kinds of dragons out there, and they all serve a purpose. All have a function. Every last one of them is important.
And I believe it’s the same with humans, too.
The ones with heritage, the ones without. The ones with royalty in their blood, and the ones that know their way around a field.
Even the sassy humans. The stubborn ones. The ones that don’t know when to quit, that don’t understand danger, don’t see it as a problem. Humans that don’t care for heritage. For responsibility or duty. Even humans that chase after something, without regard to what he leaves behind.
Even a human like you. Continue reading “Dragon Prince”
We believed our kings to be gods. Creatures sent from heaven, born of man, made to guide us. Give us light, and hope, and prosperity. Made for us, to aid us. To be an example of what gods are like.
And we were wrong.
So very wrong. Continue reading “Royal Lies”
I was not thrilled when I was referred to the Clock Maker.
Not because he had a reputation for being strange—though he certainly did—and not because it meant climbing a mountain to reach the clock tower.
I wasn’t thrilled to see the Clock Maker because I wasn’t sure. Not at all.
And I knew that, if I spoke with the Clock Maker, I would be.
After all these years, I’d know just what time meant to me.
Could there be anything scarier? Continue reading “Marching Clocks”
An assassin is sure.
That was the first lesson my mentor taught me.
Wavering—uncertainty—leads to missed moments. And, in the throes of life and death, every moment matters.
Every moment counts.
Hesitation can turn the tides. Flip the switch for someone else. For your target.
Or for you.
A steady hand is a requirement, but a stayed hand is a detriment.
There are many small lessons my mentor taught me. Phrases that I have lived my life by. That I will certainly die by. And he taught me many techniques. Many skills. How to deal with outrageous situations.
He prepared me for a lot of things.
He never prepared me for this. Continue reading “Missed Moments”