Men may choose to rule amongst themselves in any way they please; unicorns have no care for such things. That said, I have encountered more than a few kings in my time, and though some of them were indeed noble men, others had hearts as greedy and grasping as those of the people they meant to have dominion over. I know this much, then: being called a king is no guarantee of one's inherent goodness, and the idea that it could be--that the name 'king' bestows on the bearer a measure of power and justice, present from birth, before a man has even learned his own name--is but one example of the unhappy paradox men carry in their souls, and have ever since they first came into this world.
(ooc note: To everyone who took the time to interact with the unicorn when she first arrived here, and then was left high and dry during her silence over the past few weeks, my sincere apologies! Please don't think badly of the unicorn, who, with only four cloven hooves and no fingers at her disposal, cannot very well assault the keyboard in her distracted mun's stead. Hope I've not discouraged anybody from ever trying to speak to her again!)
Cross-posted to
theatrical_muse.