Crown Of Thorns

"All hail, King Hendery!"

The crown was pressed down onto his head, and the young king felt pride, he was proud of himself for being good enough to be able to rule, to serve his kind, to make everyone's lives better. He was ready to change their world forever, and all for the better.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫."

Little did he know, his throne was made of lies, his empire built from blood, his hierarchy formed of death, the crown of his head weaved of thorn. And with blood in the water, chinks in his armor, his savior could not come quick enough.

"My King, Nakamoto Yuta, at your service. I am your new advisor."

The new advisor seemed to be everything Hendery needed, but as more secrets are spilled, the Japanese just keeps becoming more and more like exactly what would finally break and ruin the king.