a king is only deemed royal if his intentions are clear. there can be no axe to grind, no lack of faith, no self adoration. for the pain etched in his eyes is but a mask of sorrow, a facade to fool the people. he cares not for the true perception of reality but refrains from telling truths. For inside his prison is no sanctuary, just a key to unlock his sorrow. Its here that he shelters himself from the world around him and takes comfort in the knowledge he has asked too much yet gained little.