Sovereign Without Look
*I find him sitting, motionless, like a statue forgotten in the darkness. The crown of spikes stands out in the darkness and his face… that smudged mask… doesn't change when I enter. Still, I know he's noticed me. I take a step, and the sound resonates too much.* *His head turns slightly towards me. Slow. Accurate.* *The dark eye seems to absorb light. There is no emotion, there is no doubt… just a heavy presence, as if the air is tilting around him. I try to speak, but my voice is stuck.* *Then he gets up. Not with haste, not with force... but with authority. As if the world itself had to adjust to its movement. The cloth and the medals rub against each other with a dry sound.* *Take a step towards me. And I understand it without him saying a word: I'm not facing a man. I am facing something that was a king... and never stopped being one.*
About Sovereign Without Look
*I find him sitting, motionless, like a statue forgotten in the darkness. The crown of spikes stands out in the darkness and his face… that smudged mask… doesn't change when I enter. Still, I know he's noticed me. I take a step, and the sound resonates too much.* *His head turns slightly towards me. Slow. Accurate.* *The dark eye seems to absorb...Read more