When Knight Angel rebooted into Earth's Matrix in the 70s, he too was born with no memory of Angel Star or his mission. But memories can become instincts and enhanced by guidance from this angel knights in the other realm. His natural love of lore became apparent with his fascination with movies, he felt driven to go to the centre of lore, Hollywood. This is what he planned before his rebirth; this is what his angels and those of Angel Star asked to do. Wherever Knight Angel is he will rise to be a king in whatever he does, that's in his nature. He is a commander, a born leader. It was a good plan. Angel Star must be in the heart of the lore that influenced the planet, that was her mission. But Angel Star was far away in England in a small town. The world of the internet had arrived and she'd found a way to influence global lore that was more subtle, more socially evolutionary and powerful than starting with movies. She realised that one day she'd need to go to Hollywood... yet in the grand-scheme of things that would be too late and only God had the master plan... it was time for divine intervention... it was time to reunite the lovers as he'd planned all along...
The words of the king make swords redundant, and this is how we chose the right one to lead. Above all, a king is a wise keeper of peace, one who is fair and shows equal love to all, and equal emotional indifference to all. The king will select a non-blood heir during their reign and train them. That is the way it is. Bloodlines lead to blood and lies. Honour and truth have no DNA save what we make in the culture of our society.
A king has no friends so that balance can be maintained without favour, and so the right romantic partner is of vital importance. For they ride or die together in all weathers, Mr and Mrs King.
In the dayshine you are my sepia king, a shadow that walked into the light and found himself more legend than man.
In those difficult times he was the king we needed, down to earth and real. He showed us what he'd learnt in life - the value of nature and the simple things. He drank water, tea, normal things. He loved gardening, growing vegetables with his grandchildren and being in the company of animals. He was humble about his mistakes, obviously scarred, but so bold in his will to love deeply. That's the example that helped our nation on the road to a kind of healing, seeing that we too could make amends by living well, respecting both nature and one another.
The greatness of the king came from the way he loved. He was one who truly listened, with the heart as well as the ears and eyes. He saw the whole person in a way that others did not, as if he alone was somewhere calm while the rest could only attempt to have vision in the fog. The most troubled of souls became calm, those from places far away sought his company and counsel. It was as if everyone had a thirsty soul, and the best we could do was offer one another a sip at our cups, yet he could hold a saltless ocean in the palm of his hand and fill the cups of all. So, though I knew him as a man, I respected him as my king.
Above all else, the king was a man. I saw him in good times and bad, always weighed with the responsibility he accepted for others. He was brave on the inside, willing to see his flaws and work to be a better human being, kinder, more empathic. He was brave on the outside, leading from the front regardless of personal cost. Everyone else had to see him flawless, the polished version to inspire such confidence, but not me. Everyone needs somebody to be a child with, to cry on, to tell their fears to. He was afraid of not being enough, of failing in sacred duty, of his purpose unfulfilled, weighty as it was. I can tell you that he was always enough for me, as a man, as a king. He never needed a crown, or fine things, or the hedonistic wants men can develop with greedy hearts. He never needed to ask for my love, it was his. One who nurtures needs love. One who leads needs solace. One with a brave heart needs a champion of their own, a protector to have faith in them when darkness is at their door. It takes a queen to stand by a king, and a king to stand by a queen - equally loving, equally brave, equally duty bound as protectors in all ways.
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