this morning #1887.

this morning, though his bitter words echoed down the hall, they had no effect at all. no matter how many times he repeated them, his ears were the only ones that heard them. no one else around. in fact, the last time a non-delivery worker stepped foot onto the grounds of his palatial estate, they left with no misconceptions at all about what was going on. while they weren’t certain what had happened exactly, it was obvious that he was rather unwell. a mad, tragic king now afraid of leaving the luxurious home he’d worked his whole life to obtain. it wasn’t like he’d gone insane. mostly he’d just lost the plot as far as keeping up appearances goes & as contact with society slipped away, reality started to slip away with it.