#heirposting

Who up fondling they orb

today my knight and i spoke in my sun-warmed chambers of our future, together, i king and she my head of guard, and the image of it appeared in my mind clear and bright and real, as i knew it was in hers. and yet i felt under my fingers not the smoothened wood of the throne but the softness of hair, of skin scarred and roughened, the eyes of not thousands but one....this feels a confession i should make.

If I was a horse I would be sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo stupid. So I could do no work. But not stupid enough to die. Just clever enough to develop a close unshakeable bond with the farmers daughter so they would never kill me. Braided mane and NO plough work fuck all you bitches

FUCK the poor when im the king imma do what everi want (remembers about revolution) i mean uhhhh because god wills it #divinerightofkings (remembers the country is in religous turmoil over the split from the catholic church) in whatever way that means to you (remembers legitimacy in practisce trumps all other concerns of the people) but seriously when im king im going to do some crazy shit (remembers im sickly) cough

hey does anyone know why my noble and loyal knight keeps looking at me meaningfully whenever bbc merlin comes on the orb

So do you guys think Im redeemable or what

im always being emailed. i mean uh. carrier pigeioned.

FUCK i have my learning systematic opression to retain the powers of the monarchich hierarcy of wealth essay due at 9 strikes of the church bell :(