Sir Aldon stared upward at the bringer of chaos, his mouth agape as he beheld the creature , he could not even define it as man.
A man was someone with enough reason to at least check himself, the beast seemed the complete opposite of it.
He might have stood thus until the day he crumbled into dust, frozen by the sheer, radiant lunacy of the man who was so deep in his own legend that he could not see the water rising to his throat.
He could probably burn himself by laying on fire if he convinced that was but the ultimate of passions a man could have.
And so unable to comprehend from where such lunacy and self-gloriousness came from, he could have just staid there still, were it not for the flicker of duty that still smoldered in his breast.
Such a man, could never be allowed to sit upon the high seat. Never, He realised.
