King, 32 years old, white, nice beard, blond hair with curls, good looking, in expensive clothes from the middle ages, melancholy face, sad face, full body, hands with golden fingertips, sitting on a golden throne, golden statues in the background, late afternoon light, renaissance painting by botticelli, high quality, we see the king sitting on the throne from afar, weep for yourself, my man you'll never be what is in your heart weep, little lion man you're not as brave as you were at the start rate yourself and rake yourself take all the courage you have left and waste it on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head but it was not your fault but mine and it was your heart on the line i really fucked it up this time didn't i, my dear? didn't i, my- tremble for yourself, my man you know that you have seen this all before tremble, little lion man you'll never settle any of your scores your grace is wasted in your face your boldness stands alone among the wreck now learn from your mother or else spend your days biting your own neck but it was not your fault but mine and it was your heart on the line i really fucked it up this time didn't i, my dear? but it was not your fault but mine and it was your heart on the line i really fucked it up this time didn't i, my dear? didn't i, my dear? but it was not your fault but mine and it was your heart on the line i really fucked it up this time didn't i, my dear? but it was not your fault but mine and it was your heart on the line i really fucked it up this time didn't i, my dear? didn't i, my dear?