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Here we have a Generous Gentleman.

A tall presence among his Pride. A man who says less and demands more. His words leave roaring echoes throughout if provoked. Standing firm on his beliefs, always grounded yet fluent in freedom. Extremely self-empowered through discipline and constructive criticism. His awareness is so keen, not even a mouse could enter his castle. For it, too, has high walls. Able to keep out even the most formidable foe. He awakens in solace and thrives in conflict. Representing control others seem to lack once confrontational. A master of debate. No mountain too high, no valley too low. Accepting any challenge gallant enough to grace itself in His presence. Exhibiting quality over quantity with precision and resilience. Quietly noticing when to speak and boldly acknowledging when silence can scream. This Gentleman embodies nature and ignores emotion. This allows for human nature to dictate emotion.

Emotion then becomes an integral part of growth and stability. Learning how to appreciate the good with the bad. Being able to distinguish dark from light and harnessing the ability to appropriate not being able to have one without the other.

Darkness cannot drive out darkness, only light can do that.

Light cannot rid itself of light, only darkness can do that.

With the power of free will and high demand, he bestows “King” like none of those whom surround him. Like none of those who came before him. This true king of his era has but one subtle weakness.

His reflection.

Unable to confront his vanity, with an ego so enlarged, it becomes him.

Devoured by self-pity and a turbulent past, this “King” becomes stripped of his future. Always prepared for what’s next, but lacking progression and perseverance. His emotion alone knows no bounds. Generated from social exclusion and years of lonesome disassociation, be weary those who choose to find themselves reluctantly crossing his path.

Pure serendipity.

For this is not a “King”, no. This is merely a prolific prince whose timing is chivalrous, and actions well-orchestrated by his majesty himself to engulf his devilish pride. Promoting a fictional assumption of what identity is to be taken, instead of which identity is to be given. You see, this is not a story of individuality. This is a mere lore from a prideful prince whose castle has crumbled. He’s just been too busy rebuilding and reconstructing to notice any queen attributed Princess whose subtleties could strangle a ghost, though he’ll never get a chance to be held by Her. This is a story of something that never happened. In a distant fantasy world where reality itself is in question.