Sometimes I have to stop myself and look at the king you have come to be. When we were together, you were just a prince. Even though most treated you like a peasant or a fool. I saw the royalty in you. I hope you're queen can appreciate the king you are, I think at times I was foolish to let my prince go. Yet I regret nothing, all I can do is listen to you're words which are deeper than the sea you stand over. Every night you die in flames, and every morning you rise with the sun from your ashes stronger each day...I admire The King you have become.