#... i think-

[RenTheKing]

A king is only as strong as his subjects are. His throne rests upon the shoulders of those who put him on it. He had his advisors to support him, and among them was you.

You had there through it all, the first to join the court after he had been crowned by Bdubs. At his side, advising him, taking care of things he couldn’t, being his loyal knight. Things were peaceful, and he considered himself a kind and benevolent king.

Then, things began to get complicated. Money troubles, disobedient subjects, whispers of treason. So he came down with rules, but those unfortunately backfired. Rebellions began building right under him. Even his own court of advisors- it was then he realized how alone he was.

And here he was, sitting on his throne in an empty hall. On the other side, was you. His loyal knight.

“Ren,” You started. “Give it up. You can’t keep this up forever.”

‘Abdicate your crown.’ That’s what you wanted to say. He could tell by the pitiful way you looked at him. Really? Even you? Even you would agree with the folly of others? Deny him the rights and powers that has been given to him?

For a second, he’s somewhere else. A place where the sent of iron is thick and everything is monochrome, except for the bright searing red. A place where someone is is beside him to the very end. The crown sits heavy on his head, like a ball and chain of a prisoner. The difference is, he lacks an army. He no longer has a hand to help him.

He was gone, and now you’ll leave too. You’re going to leave him. You’re going to be like the rest of the court and betray him. Overthrow him. Maybe even kill him given the chance! Something breaks within him.

Given the chance? No, any good king doesn’t let chances be taken.

“Hey- what are you-?!” He blinks and he’s right there in front of you, so lost in thought that he didn’t realize he was moving towards you. He doesn’t pay mind to your struggling as he pulls you along, nor does he realize the warm liquid on his hands is your blood from how hard his claws is digging into your skin. You’re coming back with him and you are going to sit and stay like a good dog.

A king is as only strong as his subjects faith. What would he be without you?

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