A fairy tale of Love and Loss
Once upon a time there lived a mighty king that ruled over the finest land in all the world. During his reign, he defeated his enemies. He neglected his royal subjects. He married Queens that birthed his babies. He discarded all of this in his quest for new adventures and his thirst for experience, travel and wealth.
Then one day while gazing out over his kingdom he spotted a fair maiden. This maiden was not the fairest in all the land, but there was something about her that made his heart jump. Something made him long for her and made him feel as if he had known her before. “Maybe in another life”, he thought, “and maybe in the lives to come.”
He became fixated on the young maiden and proceeded to make her his. He would talk to her about his greatness and she would stare in to his eyes with amazement. She felt reassured with his smile and never realized what a self centered man he was. He would ask her if she loved him and he knew she did more than he should ever deserve.
Once he had possessed her, his love grew deeper. He found himself not wanting to discard her, but instead became resentful of all she would speak to or about. He wanted her not only in this life or in a previous life, he wanted her for all the lives he would ever live. He found himself jealous of all she did and all he imagined she would do. His mind got the best of him and in a fit of lunacy he lashed out, destroying all his perceived enemies.
He told her of his beliefs. This hurt her in a way she had never imagined she could be hurt. She wondered what she had done and why he would not trust her. The pain of his thoughts grew deeper every day.
Until one day, without a fit of rage or even a word to him, she had enough and simply disappeared.
With a sadness in his heart and a longing in his soul he looked out over his now desolate kingdom. He realized all of the wrongs he had done and all of the hurt and sadness he had caused to the people he should have loved the most.
His enemies heard of the destruction he had caused and of the men he had killed in his own kingdom. They knew that now was the time to attack and take over all the land he ruled.
He stared as the armies marched to his walls and the walls began to shake. He thought about his fair maiden and his heart grew. Not with fear but with the knowing that he was the one to blame for his plight and that his unwillingness to allow those to live as they wish. He realized how he would push people away from him. He knew he never allowed those that loved him the right to be by his side or to love him as they dreamed. His heart softened and he accepted his fate, not with the anger he had felt his entire life, but instead with love. He asked for forgiveness only for it to fall on deaf ears.
He saw the archer climbing over the now broken walls as an arrow pierced his shoulder. He could feel the warm blood running down his chest and a coldness waving through his body. He hid behind the wall and looked down at his sword. He knew it would be better to die than to live in disgrace. A life of disgrace where he had caused so much pain to the ones he had loved so much.
He plunged his sword deep into his stomach, and gasped as the metal pieced his body. He struggled to his feet and walked back to his window. He looked one last time at the vastness of his kingdom and envisioned his fair maiden in the distance on a horse with another rider. He could feel his life escaping from his body and instead of feeling the jealousy and anger he had for so long, he wished her well, and cared for nothing more than her happiness.
As he took his last breath he imagined her with all she had ever dreamed of. He thought of her being happy in a way he knew he could never have made her. He smiled, knowing this was the way he should have lived his life. He hoped that in the next life he could remember this lesson and they could be together again.
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