He grunted. 'You have the courage of a warrior.' I watched him turn away and gather the clothes from the ground. He thought me courageous? But I was terrified - always terrified. 'No,' I said flatly. 'I don't." He paused from stuffing the invaluable robe between two bales. 'Are you frightened now?' I nodded, shame flushing my skin. 'Is it going to stop you?' 'No.' 'That is the courage of a warrior.

It is also important to understand that a hidden nature is not always an evil nature

His Majesty has always been a powerful man. Perhaps he has never had to distinguish between the two.

Too many doubts grow in the cracks of silence and separation.

I felt something stir within me. It took a moment to recognise it. Anger.

You have seen me at my worst and at my weakest. Let me show you my best.

A man who lifts his chin in pride will fail to see the chasm at his feet.