King Me

Every morning after breakfast my servants and I tend the garden. Our village is growing everyday with many mouths to feed. Oh, how I love feeding my people. I love making the people of my village happy. Sometimes I would walk the streets just as the sun is setting. As I walk through town some don’t recognize me and the ones who do simply wave and smile and I nod my head in return. I feel the need to get the pulse of the people and see how they are living. Saturday I open the kingdom for breakfast. It’s nothing like a Saturday morning breakfast. On Sunday I pick one house in the village where I choose to have dinner. My menu is mailed to every home a week in advance to assure I get the meal I want.

My villagers live according to a point system. The more you work the more points you gain. Points cannot be exchanged with others only inherited. Some families have mastered my point system by working together and raising hard-working sons and daughters. Other families remain poor by doing just enough to survive. The richest man in my village doesn’t have a penny only seniority. Seniority is gained by helping your neighbor build their home or by doing service work to any part of the village or my kingdom. The more work put in the more points he’s granted.

It is important that the men stay healthy and we be prepared for any battle at any given moment. We do not have a large army, so I work with our engineers day and night to assure we have the best weapons and the most advanced technology. It is required to serve ten years in my army. No one receives pay to protect their own but everyone is rewarded by their contribution to the village.

Today the word has gotten to me that some of my lowest ranking peasants have been stealing food from the highest mason in the village. I do not hesitate. “Bring me the evidence of this thief!” I send a few of my guards to the village to bring the suspect and the victim to my kingdom. Once arrived I look at them both and ask them if they are happy: they both respond with joy. Then I asked the suspect why would he steal food when I feed him so well and explained that he has a choice to be rich or poor and he obviously made his decision due the lack of work he’s given to our village. As I began to express the truth he bowed his head in shame and I got my answer. He was guilty of stealing another man’s meal: a man who has worked hard and raised his sons to work hard. Without a second thought I had him slaughtered. I have no mercy for a man who gets treated well but mistreats others.

I as king have a job to keep my Queen happy. Although this is very difficult even she has a price to pay for my power and weakness. My Queen is the only person who doesn’t’ think twice when she speaks to me. Although she may quietly accept my moments of infidelity, she would never openly receive my actions and turn the other cheek. The key is not to exploit my power at the expense of others but to have them respect my weakness and nurture it. On Sundays I visit a different family every week. The women of these families cannot control themselves as I am the king sitting in their kitchen laughing, drinking and eating like an old friend. As soon as the man of the house leaves the room it is quite clear she wants me or better yet she wants the king. I want her as well, but I cannot do this behind the back of the man I need to protect my village. I ask him to walk me to the door and I let him know how good the meal was and assured him I had a good time. I posed a question, “Sir with your blessing would it be okay if your wife came to the palace with me?” I’ve asked this question many times never knowing the consequence of my actions I brace myself for his life is in jeopardy at this moment. He says to me “Yes sir I would be honored for my wife to be in your presence. “ I nod my head. “She will be safely returned.” Does this man honor me so much to allow me to have his wife? Many times I’ve asked this question and many times I’ve been told “No”, but the key is using one’s perception of me to gain what I desire. I will never kill a man in my village for a woman. I love my men, but I love their women as well. Unfortunately for my Queen the scenario is a little different. I ask her every Sunday night is it okay to have another woman just for the night and she says “No” unafraid of my anger and cares very little about my desires. I laugh, but I only ask out of respect of my Queen. I will do it anyway.

The Point ↓

I often think about if I was king what sort of king I would be. It also helps me understand my integrity, flaws, compassion, and imperfections. If you were King or Queen what would you do?

~D-Revolution
www.D-Revolution.Org

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