Riftan Blane

I stand in the throne room. Taller than every other head, as per usual. Guarding the King well as he trades and banters with others. The room is adorned with many treasures of Jade and Ruby. Gold and Silver at every corner. Clearly a display of the royal wealth. It makes me sick. My eyes rake slowly over the crowd of nobles before me. All laughing, conversing, and drunk on expensive wines and delusion. If only they knew what life was like outside of these walls. Dark and cold. This alone is what makes me angry, broody as some call it. My tense expression of judgment and fury slightly falter when I lay my eyes on something so exquisite. So utterly beautiful.