.......... pov
Behold! A great stench emits from the castle.
Aragorn is built on rot and the people know nothing of that, except from their hustle and bustle!
A creature sits at the castle, with a horse for a face!
The creature sits and listens. He listens to the people sing.
"Now the old King is dead! Long live the King!" They say.
Who would ever want to be King, he thinks, for am just a puppet on a lonely string!
By his lonesome, the King sings alone.
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