Evil in the Eyes of Others.
Queen Grim stood and walked to the side of her fathers casket. In her naturally cold voice she states, “You have all come to celabrate my fathers death, you can say you have not but I know you have. I just want to reminde you although he killed thoughs people and started those wars he was more than a king, he was my father."
“When I was nine mother, father, and I went on a picnic. Father brought his bow and arrows; he let me shoot them. We shot at birds and rabbits all day but I never hit anthing, save the ground. Father hit a gew birds and rabbits, while mother taught me how to butcher them, father had an arrow brozed, when he gaveit to me he said, ‘You could not shoot a man to save your own life but killing is an important part of being royalyty.’ The rest of the day was dedicated to him teaching me to sword fight. I obviously used the arrow as a sword while father used a real sword.He taught me that with real danger I will always try harder and not only become a better sword fighter but a better queen."
Ezekiel stands and shouts, “Is that how you lost your finger?"
Queen Grim looks through the rows of over stufed pews for sevrel minutes before spoting her old aquiantence.
Queen Grim adresses the croud in a light airy voice, “No, he cut my finger off on purpose," She raises her left hand to show her ring finger is gone. “When I was twelve I met Armin and we quickly became sweethearts. Father actually liked armin Armin they wer friends, evinthough he was a stone cutter. After three months he asked for my hand in marrige. Father cut my finger off so I would not be able to wear a wedding ring. We married six days after." Queen grim lifts her right hand to show off the ring her husbind hand made.
A handsome man about fourty years of age stands from the front of the church and asks, “Why did the late king not want you to marry?"
As if contemplating, queen Grim says, “He was insane I was christend Grim, he killed my mother for treasin after her mind went and she forgot who he was, and he waged eaght wars, two of them needlessly." Queen Grim falls back to speaking in natural, calm, ice-cold voice. “There was one time." She smiles “There was one time." She laughs “There was one time mother, father, Armin, and I went to seee a show. That man (she points to Ezekiel) was playing the villian. The villian attacked the heroin, and father jumped up onto the stage and attacked him." Queen Grim throughs a smooth punch through the hot air. “Pow! he wes out cold in one punch. Father pretty obviously forgot he was watching a show. After the ordeal I befrended the actor and promised to tell him the tale of how I lost the finger." She looks to Ezekiel and winks.
“First genrel, it would please me if you would comeup here and say something about my father."
First genrel stands before a second passes marches to the side of the casket, clears hisnthrought, and speaks in a gruff voice that demands attention. “The late king, God rest his soul, was infact as queen Grim said, insane. Thirty-five that is the number of platoons he sent to die with risky and poorly thought out plans. Each platoon was built out of one hundred men. The late king, God rest his soul, needlesly killed three thouthand five hundred men. That three thouthand five hundred men is only the begining, the late king, God rest his soul, thought he could use war to controll the entire planet, he thought he was a deity in his own right, he destoyed twenty seven citys amd over ten thouthand lives. I assure you he is seen as evil all over the world, some of you in this room are probably happy he is dead, he is seen as evil in the eyes of hundres of thouthands, but not by me. He made mistakes, he ended lives, he hurt people, he did good things, not for everyone but for the people he cared about, in my eyes he was a great king and a great leader. In the eyes of queen Grim he is still a great father and a great man. In the eyes of others he is evil. Who is he in your eyes? Who here has a story about the late king, god rest his soul, and how he effected your life in good ways and bad. Who is the late king, God rest his soul, to you is he a king, a man, a diety, evil? If you have a story about the late king, God rest his soul, come up here and tell it!"
Over two hundred people stand. Queen Grim smiles seeing how many people want to share storys about her father.