Apr 27, 2005 22:40
I was once given a gift from my most beloved King. It was a small charm of gold charged with his wish to keep me safe and out of harm. Wasir gave it to me a few days before he attended the fateful feast to celebrate his return home... I wonder sometimes if he hadn't had more need of it than I do. Then again, I've been kept safe; whether that's because of the charm or not, I don't know. But it could be said that it works perfectly.
I carry it on my person at all times. In a sense, it gives me a feeling of always being close to him, and it's a beautiful reminder of how he was and how we lived before he was murdered.
Those days are now gone, have been for a long time, but I carry them with me, the essence of them, the essence of his caring for me. I do regret though that I couldn't protect him in the same way.