I was amused at the thought, really. There I was, 23 years old with the kingdom in my hand. Father had passed during battle on one of his monthly coastal raids. Crazy bastard always loved to fight..

Looking back at all those years... I remember how I aspired to be everything my father wasn't. A kind, more gentle king, who would fight only to protect his land and loved ones. It's amazing what power can do to a person.

Over the years I had built a great empire, one that the gods would even be envious of. I rode into battle, leading armies of hundreds of thousands, vanquishing any who dared to stand in our way.

In my heart, I am still the king I aspired to be. I never wanted this much power, but as I lay here, thinking about the past, I grow uneasy. As if none of this was truly my doing.

"Rest easy, we'll conquer the rest of the world in the morning." Whispered my wife, whom I married at 23.
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Thank you for reading!