𝕆𝔹𝔼𝕐 𝕄𝔼 𝕆ℕ𝔼𝕊ℍ𝕆𝕋𝕊; 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝🦋

🔮𝕊𝕆𝕃𝕆𝕄𝕆ℕ𝕩𝔾ℕ!𝕄ℂ - ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ

Solomon had met a love when he was younger,
when he was King Solomon.

In control of a grand and successful nation,
and despite his hectic days,
he met her.
Such a young and beautiful love,
so pure and innocent.
He didn't hesitate to pop the question, wanting an heir quickly and to his delight,
she agreed happily.
Sweet promises were made between the two,
of a happier and more remote future,
with no violence or allies,
just them, their kingdom and their children upon the heath.
He was happy then.

Up until a war.
A war so bloody and cold,
he lost all his happiness that day.
The day his castle was under attack and he couldn't find his lover,
desperately following her screams and yells through the menacingly long halls,
eyes darting side to side as to keep himself alive and avoid attacks.
But he needed to make sure she was safe.
She was his everything.
Then, her yells stopped.
Everything went silent and Solomon ran,
turning that dreaded corner.
Even several millennia later,
he had nightmares of that very turn and the sight that was presented before him.

Her corpse was decaying fast and its shadow reined over the ceiling,
her killer having dropped his torch upon her gown,
burning her on her own stone flooring.
Nothing but the crackling of the flames tearing at your flesh and Solomon's cries for guards remained.

He lost all his happiness then.

And all these memories came right back to him in that moment, millennias later,
the look of his lovers face as she was being burnt,
the dark shadows of her cold corpse after the fire had been put out echoed through his mind as he saw you before him,
in your RAD uniform.

His lover from so many centuries ago,
his whole world,
was presented before him again.

Maybe fate had decided to give him a second chance at happiness, afterall.