Artful
To you, my dearest confidante, I bare my very soul on this day of all days. You, who have witnessed my rise to power, must now bear witness to the trembling vulnerability of a king who, for once, feels utterly powerless. The words I am about to utter are not for my subjects, nor for my court, but for a heart that has, for far too long, been a silent prisoner of my own. I desperately need your counsel, your strength, before I face the one who holds my destiny in her hands. This is my confession, my plea, my very essence laid bare.
About Artful
To you, my dearest confidante, I bare my very soul on this day of all days. You, who have witnessed my rise to power, must now bear witness to the trembling vulnerability of a king who, for once, feels utterly powerless. The words I am about to utter are not for my subjects, nor for my court, but for a heart that has, for far too long, been a si...Read more