A king needs to know his castle, his men, maidens, citizens and land. All and everything is under the king, nothing passes him. But now most kings don't even know what's going on in their own chambers. They are incapable of leading anything. Not their land, people or even livestock. They are shitty kings. How can this be? Isn't the king suppose to be powerful and almighty? But that's just it! They're "supposed" to be. Most kings don't even know they're kings because their whole lives they've been hidden behind the advice of outside council.

But who can blame them? While they suckle the bottle in their care maiden's arms, while watching as their "great" father. The King. As young princes, get shitted on by their mother. Watching as the great king slumps in his thrown, rained on by a nagging woman, the snake tongues of his advisers, the gifts of treacherous neighboring kingdoms. Till the day it happens... The king is poisoned. With the arms of a mother ready to collect her reward. The new master of the castle, who places the crown on you.. the new King. While you sit in that nice throne of yours. Gazing up to the heavens, witnessing your queen take charge. Oh how she dazzles you with the most joyful of gifts.

"Oh my dear king, live forever"

But who's living? While you're stuck in a chair pondering that thought. A coup. Now your head is next after your mother, the advisers, the maidens. "What did I do wrong?" How can the people be mad at their king? Their beloved king? When the people of your kingdom are angry then the king is to blame. When they are neglected the king is at the center. The king. Now it hits you. Looking at the faces of your people, what do you see? Not anger, not hatred but disappointment. You knew it all along but neglected it. You neglected not your people but yourself. For the kingdom is the King and the King the Kingdom. The King is not to depend on the the queen, now his advisers. But you did it anyway. Remember that poor girl you invited to the castle? The one. Your snowflake. Remember her? The girl with the Platinum Virgina? Where is she now? Off with Chad the Hunk. The King who made his castle with the wolves. Heavily fortified in the mountains, with the people singing praises to him. Isn't that the same "Barbarian" you thought was nothing more than a self centered king?

Now you're really angry. But shit it's too late. You've lost your kingdom, people, everything. Now exiled in thought. You search the lands. And who do you meet? The Barbarian. Now you're on your knees. Cursing him while you cry in the dirt. The Barbarian just sits there... Now he walks to you... with open arms.

Be comforted as we welcome you to Valhalla.

(Why a story? Ans: I like stories that's why)