I was once king.
That was years ago. No, decades or centuries or perhaps just a few minutes. Life speeds up or stops or tip-toes by. My time under the sun, rain and wind have calmed me, taught me to slow my mind, to release that tight ball of anger I kept in my stomach. Though I long nursed and nurtured certain fantasies, there is no room in my heart for vengeance. I no longer care who cursed me, who betrayed me, who cast me out, who sat on the throne in my place.
I only wish to go home.