a king walks among us
Shadow between the trees. Sink into the darkness, the background. Do not stand out. Be one with the blackness, be the blackness. Come out of the blackness only when absolutely necessary, and alone. Do not be seen. Do not be seen. Do not be seen.
Do not be seen.
El Rey finds himself in the forest, and he likes it. It is perfect for camouflage. He can explore near-freely, without too much fear. He fits in as the other woodland creatures do, only where they are made for collecting acorns and hatching eggs, he is made for murder. He thinks about it always in his not-thinking about it. But this is a beautiful place, undoubtedly; it is easiest for terrible things to hide amongst beauty. It is most inspiring for poetry, oh how the contrast is striking. He wants to bring Juniper here, if only they could be seen together. He would have to feign kidnapping her, to save her from a stranger’s wrath, and she would never go along with it. If only, that one time.
But that’s not what is happening.
El Rey finds himself beneath a beam of sunlight, one long dagger of lightning across his golden cheek.
Do not be seen.
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”in blood the blade, to its golden hilt, I’ll drown,“
I pledge you now, to death they all are bound,
