I was sitting on the throne of madness in the palace. It was always oddly warm and comfortable considering it was made of stone. Maybe it's because I wanted it to be or maybe it was because nothing in the isles makes sense...probably a mix of both.
Five? Seven? Fifteen? Thirty? I can't even remember how many years it's been since I took the throne...don't know if that's good or not. For all I know I'm slowly becoming him. Actually, I know I am. "Oh ho now who wouldn't want to be me?! I love being me, and I guess you do too" Wait what was that? Great now I'm hearing voices and his of all voices. "Only the best voice there is". That's it I'm officially crazy, well more so anyway...I knew I'd regret this.
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Deeper Into Madness
FanfictionI've decided to to take a break from the other one and start a new one so enjoy...and expect slow updates, Also I'm probably going to post this on another site as well. Something like ArchiveOfOurOwn or fanfiction.net. Mainly because I like them a l...
