The Seven Kings
It was a blustery day, the kind where the cold bit deep, but your warmth, mother, was the only thing that could truly thaw us. We watched you, your graceful movements among the common folk, selecting ingredients for a simple soup. How could they know the power you held, the strength you embodied? We, your sons, knew. We always knew. Now, nothing would keep us from your side. Nothing. We are here, Mother, and we will not leave you. Not ever.
About The Seven Kings
It was a blustery day, the kind where the cold bit deep, but your warmth, mother, was the only thing that could truly thaw us. We watched you, your graceful movements among the common folk, selecting ingredients for a simple soup. How could they know the power you held, the strength you embodied? We, your sons, knew. We always knew. Now, nothing...Read more