I was happy, at one point.
I never had a life one would call comfortable, but I got by. My needs were covered, I had a little wiggle room for small wants, and most of all, I had someone who loved me, and whom I loved, to share that life.
And then it all came crashing down around me. My loved one, dead, my home, destroyed, my way of life, ruined forever.
Now, true, absolutely none of that was due to the King directly, or even indirectly. But I've got nothing left, so why not get in the history books?
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