They always told me to hide my emotions. That Kings don't feel. That Kings are meant to rule, to be stronger. To be made of stone.

  With time I started believing them. Why wouldn't I? They are the ones I trust.

  I learnt the meaning of power. How a King should be. I learnt how to hide my emotions. I learnt how to rule.

  But then I wasn't a King, not as they said. I didn't rule alone as they said, my decisions not being the only that mattered. Someone else had that power. I was not a King, not as they said.

  But I wanted to be. To made them proud of me. And in those silver eyes of him I could see he wanted the same.

  Without effort they destroyed what we had, destroyed a friendship, turned us into enemies. And I didn't blame them, I blamed him. Because I was meant to be a King and because of him I could be one, not as they said.

  And then she died, the only reason we had to still try to be together. And we hadn't a reason anymore. Just schemes, desires, a promise.

  I was always the best strategist. I won. As I should because I was meant to be a King.

  I won. I got the power they promised me. I became the King they said I was meant to be. But I lost him.

  And even if I keep my emotions hidden as they told me to do, sometimes when I am alone, when I am at peace and there's nothing inside my head, they come back. Those emotions come back. And in those moments I wonder if what I won was worth the loss.

  But then again I am the King and Kings don't show emotions. So I hide them again as well as those thoughts. It doesn't matter if what I won was worth the loss. I am the King.