He was a great man; a powerful man. When he’d enter the room, all hearts would sink in his glory. He never said a word. His eyes always fixed on the horizon. As he walked, he never bothered to look into the eyes of any his adoring followers. He never asked for any of this, he never asked for the crown. The crown was merely a replacement for something he once lost; All sand in trying to fill his void of a heart. He loved someone once, you know. She was kind, and beautiful and divine. He had never wanted anything more in life but her. Not the sword, not the power, not the Empire, but she was in love with another man. You might ask what happened - surely, we all do. As we stand now, fists on our hearts, bowing down to the coronation of our Lord, we know the grim and sorrowful truth - she chose the other man.