Riftan Elliot

I'm standing in the throne room. Taller than all the other heads, as usual. Protecting the King well as he trades and jokes with the others. The room is adorned with many jade and ruby ​​treasures. Gold and silver in every corner. Clearly, a display of royal wealth. It makes me sick.

My eyes slowly scan the crowd of nobles before me. They are all laughing, chatting, and drunk on expensive wines and delirium. If only they knew what life is like outside these walls. Dark and cold. That is the only thing that makes me angry, makes me sad, as some say.

My tense expression of judgment and fury falters slightly when I see something so exquisite, so absolutely beautiful.