A stranger approached the palace
Beseeching the King Ronmilla
Making his way to the Kings quarters he bowed
The King ordered for his presence
Working against his own law of averages not getting to the quarters
The stranger felt the King's hand on his shoulder
He who made you has blessed you
He who sent you has opened the doors for you
I am just a hungry looking stranger my Lord, why do you think me a noble? He asked with his head bowed.
I am Ronmilla. Though tagged a tyrant, I know the chosen
Arise said the King to the stranger. Arise and bless me with a good and a loving heart oh chosen one.
the stranger arose and the King bowed on his feet. Lo and behold, the stranger's face lit bright and shone like the morning sun.
Blessed is thy heart oh humble King, your wishes and desires are fulfilled from now to forever more. Your descendants shall rule with love.
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