For Chivalry

My prince, in his misery, looks down on the people, but continues to lead them into a new day.

He realizes that the people can not see as far a scope as he, and so allows them to despise him. He tells them of his regrets as if they are his triumphs and pretends that every choice was made with swift and infallible decisiveness. He unites the people against him and traps them into a rapid, unstoppable change. He uses himself as the ultimate bait and scapegoat...

I do not know whether to admire him, or to feel sympathy for him.

Your loyal knight, traveling on some wind of destiny, will come to your side... will fight for your causes, even if they are not fully understood... will die in the name of my prince... in the name of chivalry.

Because what is chivalry, but some form of sweet platonic love?

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