Drinking tea on this winter morning, the king sits calmly... the world around him is very turbulent... However...
the most important of the nobles had succumbed to his temperament and authority. The voice of reason has told them if they dare to rebel... they shall be defeated. The humiliation that those disgraced gents faced when uprising against the queen during the time of anarchy has remained a deep and bitter memory... not yet daring to fade from the mind of this nation. a cold and white sky remains silent when he speaks. He was the one who sent them to prison... who stripped the titles of those who rebelled. He became the king in act and in role on that day.... but days have left us since then...things have certainly changed.
it snows ... it never ceases .The ocean became so black and still. the snow is from the past.
Did he wage a war against the nobility..?. a war against the very foundations of tradition? Preparing for a war, gathering the enforcements, and soldiers...is this the way a man like this can be defeated?
"We shall not make way for him.." the feminist union screeched from the muddy streets of the capital. And yet when he walked towards them... they bowed their heads in fear... in degust; in envy.
books that were written about the previous rulers being gallant and proud cannot stand against the book that shall be written about him.
There was once a king who held a sword made of gold, he is said to have slain dragons. It is an old myth told to children and yet perhaps we are seeing the inevitable happen. At this point in history the duke has not slain any dragons... but some say that he has already slain something much more dear.
The nobles.... the nobles finally decide to succumb to their own desires... they want to remove him... to crush him and "protect" the queen. They have formed together a society, a group and a leadership of their own.... whilst the press muttered about arbitrary subjects... The nobles have formed a force. But is this force any match for The Earl Of York?
the queen sits alone... is she afraid? we could never know this.... the Queen rosemary does not talk to the newspaper companies. We will never know what she thinks but... the winter paths do not end in happiness.... those that are tragic are never known
They die alone and in dismal silence . Melodrama cannot ever be heard.
The civil war was about to begin. Perhaps tomorrow or the day after the papers may finally print such headlines.
