The Conquered, Part 1: Waiting

You think you’ve won.  You think you’ve crushed my resolve with your generosity.  

You let me live, kept me around like a trophy, treated me like a household pet.  And I’ve bowed low to you all these years.  

But the memory still burns within me – seeing my father’s lifeless body at your feet as you took the throne that should have been mine.  Someday soon, it will be you who lies broken.  It will be my boot on your throat.  Then you’ll know your mistake.  So I’ll bow low for now.  I’ll be patient. 

Your end is coming, my master.