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The Queens Charge
Is this a blessing or is it a curse? This gift bestowed upon me by the only true king which allows me to see and feed the potential for greatness in others & calls for me to bring it forth by way of love. Perhaps I should be grateful. This charge allows me to witness so many different types and levels of love that are not seen by most. In many ways I am grateful. It is an honor to be charged with this task yet the task is never ending and tiresome. It requires great connection and often great loss. I grow weak from pouring myself into empty vessels to reveal what shines so clearly before my own eyes.
Now fate brings you to me. Another empty vessel. A voluntary slave trapped in a tangled web of pain and suffering, at the hands of another, in efforts to protect your young charges who also suffer. Can I free you? I am sure I can but at what cost to me. I was weakened from the previous battle. You found me unhealed. I see small glimpses of change in you in the short time we have had. I see the powers of hope and life piercing thru your walls. It takes a lot from me. I'm left tired and alone on the floor surrounded by the walls of a cold, barren castle. So many eager to come to my aide to no avail. I only long for the comfort from the people who I have poured into. The price is paid by my spirit. The ray of hope that I have worked to restore is then forced back into the shadows as you give up your control and return to your post as an unhappy, stifled slave. These are the effects of more than a decade of manipulation and imprisonment. Held captive by your own fear that change for good does not exist. How much of me is required to undo that? Do I have it to give? And what of the war that will surely come with your spell castor? And what of my existing duty to my kingdom?
There is no doubt in my mind that you are worthy of the risk involved for not many are presented to me. Only the very rare and true of heart have been led by hand to cross my path. My attention is not acquired easily but there is a great risk for me. This process lays heavy upon my heart and soul and you do not yet see yourself as worthy. Should I empty too much of myself into you only to have you doubt your self worth and strength, I will fall into painful depths. It will take me countless full moons to recover if at all. I fear it is already too late for the worry. I have no choice now but to follow the flow and step out in faith. I can save you slave. Will you open yourself to me and let me save you? Do you wish to be saved? As I save you, will you build your strength and can break my fall?