I sit proudly on a golden throne, a bronze crown on top of my head and I'm wearing a well-pressed purple suit and polished shoes, I can almost see my reflection on the shoes. I'm surrounded by riches and wealth my subjects bow down to me, letting me know that I have that much power. I'm finally living up to my name.
I finally got what I wanted, all my life I have felt like a loser, an underdog, a freak. Today, It's a different story. I feel on top of the world. I've never had this many people bow down before me it feels like I have made it in life.
Except there's one person in a cloak that isn't bowing like the rest of my subjects. I don't know who they are because I cannot see their face. Their head is bowed and they're wearing a black cloak. I can't help but feel a little bit irritated and angry that someone isn't bowing like the rest of them. They just stand there with their hands behind their back and their stance still. What could be the meaning of this?
