you feel helpless you walk through the corridors of the great hall decorated with large sculptures and paintings by important artists, around you you see fallen soldiers and people kneel before you, you laugh in front of them you know they do it out of fear but you don't care that makes you feel powerful, you have just assassinated a king who did not deserve to wear the crown of his own kingdom, you carry his head embedded in your pure gold scepter with two snakes around, you reach the throne and you sit down, not before staining it with blood of the loser you are the new monarch you have all the power in your hands you feel sadistic, no one can against you you are too cunning to hold back to their level, you are very arrogant, you know that is a long-term defect but you do not care you are very busy watching your sword.everyone present listens to you, you look at the terrified faces of the people who work in the castle, you force them to kneel before you and to repeat - long live the king - they all pronounce.Dusk arrives you order them to leave the throne as it was full of blood, dinner arrives there is a banquet in your honor you dress in the best suit full of expensive fabrics you sit at the great table the nobles are already seated and they applaud the arrive you know that they are all hypocrites because they prefer to fear you than to be against you, they do not want their heads to end up as trophies of war and they are right long live the king you order them to say, long live the king recite those present, you love how that phrase sounds makes you feel superior. They start to eat apparently the body of the loser does not taste so bad, you drink a little wine, it tastes exquisite, you keep tasting the food, however you feel married, your head hurts you thought it was a simple discomfort until you started to vomit to convulse , you were falling in your seat I'm dying do something values, you know what they have done-cowardly idiots- you scream with all the voice that you have left you are finished you only breathe you are slowly fainting, now all blurred you feel how your heart it is stopping, you are already lying on the ground and in the distance you hear the men shouting long live the king and you stop breathing
