Every time someone slights you, I burn in fury. How could others not see you for who you are?
You are royalty, a king amongst mongrels. They scream and taunt, but you never lose your composure. You hold your head high, in like of an enlightened deity.
When they look at you, they see just a man, who they can treat how they like.
When I look at you, I see golden rays behind an intimidating shadow, a shadow that demands respect.
With your royal beast beside you, you stroll away from your kingdom, day after day. Always returning, despite even the treatment from your fellow nobles.
If only I could go to town square and scream my admiration for my king into the sky, and convince others of your mercy and elegance.
You do nothing but teach the lessons your citizens need to know, and lead them in a way so they may succeed.
How could they hate you for this? You are the best king this land could wish for.
Though a small princess has replaced you during your short periods of absent. Although she was meek and patient, she was no king.
She cannot control her people like you can, the people go wild in your leave, if only you could see how grand a king you truly are.
When a small dragon had tried to set our peace alight, you had defeated and banished it, and the citizens finally showed their devotion to you, grateful for what you had done.
I am nothing but a citizen in your kingdom, and wish I could do more to help change the minds of my fellow people.
Newcomers to the land’s first welcome are warnings of the fearsome king, the first thing they know of you is untrue and their view is tainted.
Yes, you are mighty and fearsome, but you are also kind and loving, the soft words of encouragement from your mouth comforts even the wildest of foes.
And most importantly, you are our king.