“There must always be a King.
It’s funny how it all tends towards similarity. There are always courts. Groves of oak trees, or walls of stone, or stranger shapes in the depths of gas giants.
There are always Kings. There is always conquest. Nothing has ever lived that will not die.
Does it sound brutal to you? It shouldn’t. It should be a comfort. Your ancestors practiced the very same logic, in their sacred woods ringed with golden boughs: one King, King until he is slain and a new King is crowned in death.
There must always be a King.
And now that long-held position is vacant, so let’s focus on the immediate: the Bane has something that she took from them. Oh, yes - you think our hidden friend installed those lovely green glowing bits herself? Eyes tend to grow from the inside out, you know, and hers see exactly what comes next:
There must always be a King.
I’m getting carried away here, at the hilarity of it all. Here’s the point - and like all good points it’s a sharp one, pure and logical and right: you didn’t take up the mantle, did you?
Someone must. Someone will.
Perhaps we shall have a Queen?”
