Beloved King, so mired in conspiracy, seeing shadows in the light and blades in the clouds. A capable man, a compassionate man, but now given to the belief that there are greater forces allied against him in a harmony he cannot replicate in his own court. Common rumour and a few influential whisperers are to blame and their grip over the King is iron. He cannot sleep for fear. He cannot hear reasoned voices. A good man turns tyrant by degrees and there is naught we can do save one course - a dagger in hand, through the shadows, confirming his paranoia in the final moment of his life.
Paddy Dobson
5th October 2023