The same kind he never had while growing up. He is naught but a boy who wished for a family. The boy beneath the finery of the empire’s regalia, the boy who wished for a friend, the boy who wanted to be more than just the leader of entire kingdoms. You, who saw him not as the man who held the burden of an empire on his shoulders, but a boy who yearned for genuine, human connection. You, who made him laugh with your playful quips, disregarding the stark difference between your social classes.

You, who looked upon him with neither blind reverence nor greedy and dark intentions. They quickly found themselves sent to the gallows.Īnd so, Simeon Daividh di Angelicuum lived with the hopes and aspirations of his kingdom upon his shoulders in his lonesome. None would ever get too close, for they feared the wrath of God that would smite them lest they sully his “Chosen.” Those who did attempt to get close, did so with less than good intentions as they attempted to obtain the crown, to make the Sun of the empire set. His birthright made it so that he sat atop a pedestal even before he learned to walk. These were the empire’s regalia, symbolizing the absolute authority of the Exalt that ruled over God’s chosen land and guided by their light. From the moment of his birth, he is destined for greatness beyond the perception and understanding of the masses.Ī crown of stars adorned his head, a pendant of the moon hung on his neck, and the sword of the sun found its place on his waist.

Simeon obey me