I’d actually rather chew iron nails and shit them back out, but the life of a king isn’t easy.
Dear God, thank you for giving us this man. I love this man. I am thankful for this man I everyday. Which is something I thought I would never be; thankful for a man. Amen.
The floor goes molten; the walls bleed; every goblet, drapery, instrument, chair—they all turn viscous and malleable, melted down by the pure fury that burns in my veins.