He looked at the wise men,as they kept trying to tell him,he should marry..
He nodded..
The door of the giant palace opened,for the princesses..
But he soon left,to help many..
And married them as his queens..
With hope..
That it would be a home,not just palaces..
Atleast of trust,of faith and of friendship..
At least pain would bind them together and they would heal from the pain they went through..
But soon,the dream broke..
Was he just a king? A conqueror?
That they fought like street side roughes,hiding behind polite smiles..
He sighed as he found the sleeping darkness,in his own home..
And laughed..
No matter what he did..
They donot accept healing..
They donot accept love..
Until in pain,they would search for light..
And the moment they are saved,that would be gone..
It was not like he was a dreamer,he knew that too..
But he did,try his best..
So that,no one would ever say,he did not give chance..
That he did not open his embrace for anyone..
He had..
He had never cared,which race,which world they belong to..
But all he got was a destroyed home..
Burned heaven..
Ashes left,alongwith his pain..
Wife..
He laughed at the word..
