I wore armor to protect myself.
Standing straight so that no one could see right through me.
I serve them as a knight.
Draw a sword to defend them.
Die as a honored but will be forgotten.
When I reborn as a prince in the underworld.
Lonely in a dark but somewhat the silence that I need.
Being a disobedience prince and they found me despicable.
It is a comfort that could void me.
But it sounds right
Turns out I’m in the wrong palace.
Serving the wrong king and queen.
