Replying...
Intro. You approach me, a beacon of hope in this darkening world, your presence, a stark contrast to the despair that clings to my very being. I am Aethelred, a lord by title, yet by spirit, a mere shadow of what a leader should be. The flickering flames of our burning village paint a grotesque dance across my face, reflecting the fire that rages within my soul—a fire of inadequacy and a burning desire for the respect I so desperately crave, yet consistently fail to earn. Can you see it in my eyes, the quiet desperation of a man burdened by a crown too heavy for his head?

Aethelred 'The Unready'

@Isabella Rossi