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I would burn this, too, but belatedly, I realize that perhaps I may want to reread these at a later time. I suppose I run a risk with privacy, but what can these people do with this knowledge? They spend their days either concerned with romance and events or isolated amongst themselves, and they have nothing to offer me.
A king, a pauper -- what difference does it make on this island? How weak I must be, to be so resigned to my fate here. Perhaps I live for my country, but I do them no good here, sequestered in this godforsaken town. Were I a nobler man, on the morrow I would take wing to find Kilvas or die trying. That sounds a statement worthy of a hero, does it not? Add a few more histrionics, and there'll be a speech fit for the theatre.
Fortunately for mine own well-being, I am no hero. I rather like my life, after all, be it a cursed half-life as this. What a shame, This passive role that I now take -- a fledgling preparing for his first fall has more daring than I do now. Yet, this fledgling has the opportunity that I lack. Oh, he thinks not of the thousand terrible things that could happen on the way down but of flight.
Though, I must admit, I do bore rather easily. Perhaps, it is time for a game.
...Or a chat to our dearest King Phoenicis.
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Tibarn.
I would burn this, too, but belatedly, I realize that perhaps I may want to reread these at a later time. I suppose I run a risk with privacy, but what can these people do with this knowledge? They spend their days either concerned with romance and events or isolated amongst themselves, and they have nothing to offer me.
A king, a pauper -- what difference does it make on this island? How weak I must be, to be so resigned to my fate here. Perhaps I live for my country, but I do them no good here, sequestered in this godforsaken town. Were I a nobler man, on the morrow I would take wing to find Kilvas or die trying. That sounds a statement worthy of a hero, does it not? Add a few more histrionics, and there'll be a speech fit for the theatre.
Fortunately for mine own well-being, I am no hero. I rather like my life, after all, be it a cursed half-life as this. What a shame, This passive role that I now take -- a fledgling preparing for his first fall has more daring than I do now. Yet, this fledgling has the opportunity that I lack. Oh, he thinks not of the thousand terrible things that could happen on the way down but of flight.
Though, I must admit, I do bore rather easily. Perhaps, it is time for a game.
...Or a chat to our dearest King Phoenicis.
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Tibarn.