The Veiled Throne

The long road, the rising dust. These are the sights the he sees every day. Grass for his pillow and the earth for his bed. This is his home. The unseen hand that protects, the King without a Kingdom. That is his role. Fine and cold steel, commanding and wise Words, beasts of legend and bodily might. These are his Crowns. All from a ten year old boy. Wild Campione Rewrite.