Exhault

Humility means nothing in the face of power.

It makes one wonder. Words are void when handed the ability of ultimate monarchy, the reign of which a King can decide the fate of thousands upon thousands of lives. A promise that's broken before pinky fingers are even entwined.

A single sweep of an arm, and the slums at the edge of the capital are angry flames. Purging the filth of the Kingdom is the task of a leader that must be taken seriously with the utmost care. The nuisance of such flies, now homeless, buzz with fear as they scatter to the sparse corners of the realm.

As she lounges in her gold encrusted throne, the King smiles. How tiring.