This boy this king of sadness and self hate a broken soul deemed by those he sees, "the broken king" on the outside is strong and brave but inside broken and afraid his failures haunting hi
And ripping his soul to shreds he is trapped here in his pit beneath the tower with a crumbled wall the wall he began to break not long ago. Now at the bottom
Of this out in a defensive stance he stays with his sword drawn and his sheild of light fading as it's covered in the darkness from
The blood of his demons. He fears he hopes he waits that the queen will come that she will light the pit making everything clear to see the fear and the enemies that are creeping near so that he may ward them off with her right here. The queen, this angel of light he hopes will fly down and save him from this seemingly endless night, that she hears his plight, one that is full of fright and regret of the mistakes he's made he's failed but yet his sheild still glows with the light of hope while dimming fast it hasn't gone out there's still chance that all this fear and doubt could be illuminated in her presence and that he may defend them both from all the mistakes he's made so he hopes with that little glow that this queen will come down and save him from this seemingly endless darkness
