Elziah enters the grand palatial castle, indifferent to those jostling him as they stride by, amused by those looking down their nose at him. Some wonder why he is even allowed here at all, he pays them no mind. He aims his gaze at the royal family, considering them.
They play at being king and queen and yet are king and queen all the same. None of these lords and ladies would suspect that the real king lives in another castle. A small, run-down fortress in the middle of nowhere, its walls weathered and bricks cracked, but the master of that castle is the one pulling all the strings. This is the way Elziah likes it: moving through the shadows, his machinations manipulating with subtle precision, a seeming nobody, secretly holding all the control. He enjoys the envious looks from others at court as the king directs him towards a line of slaves; a reward for a job well done.
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They play at being king and queen and yet are king and queen all the same. None of these lords and ladies would suspect that the real king lives in another castle. A small, run-down fortress in the middle of nowhere, its walls weathered and bricks cracked, but the master of that castle is the one pulling all the strings. This is the way Elziah likes it: moving through the shadows, his machinations manipulating with subtle precision, a seeming nobody, secretly holding all the control. He enjoys the envious looks from others at court as the king directs him towards a line of slaves; a reward for a job well done.
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