A Cope Blog

”[It’s] Typical story of the king who had it all

Except for citizens who didn't want his head up on a wall

It's the typical story of the wife who couldn't quit

Being in love with such a giant piece of shit

It's the story of the queen who could never ever think

”I’m not like the others, and I do not mean in any way that I happen to be better. I am seen as cold and apathic, an unlovable heir. I rule what I can with an iron fist, and those who stand in my way will regret it. My people see me and my father, the king, as corrupt. They fear the day I take over the crown. Maybe as they should. A heart of ice, I have no mercy.

But this is not all I am, nor fully the truth. My facade is just that; a facade. I am in a blinding inner pain, a body full of anger and confusion. I lose control of my feelings. My facade is solemly built up as a sort of protection. Opening up means trusting others, being vulnerable. Letting people in, means that they can hurt me. I cannot let that happen. If the people fear me, I will never become the victim..”

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