frenhines

The whores of Rome, and the Kings of France had tried to brave his fire. But they would all come back burned, bent, disfigure, as they bowed to accept the yoke of his ravenous lust for undeserved, bought power. Oh, not one would come back without injury, as in his wake he left destruction and blood. For this fire of fury, drive, and passion was an inescapable conflagration of his own. Like all things impure, he entangled himself with barbed politics. He pushed his weight around, sealing each of his interactions with the threat of death upon the smallest hint of possible treachery. He had cut down his own blood to rise higher and higher, into