So much for courtly love.

In Mortal history, there was an era where the chivalrous nature of courtly love was held in the highest regard. Apparently, it showed the highest respect and honor to have deep emotional ties to someone that you would rarely see, and almost never touch.

If you truly, passionately loved some fetching lady of the court, you would demonstrate this by going on quests far, far away. When at home, you would attend to the needs of the kingdom, trusting that the few moments that you spared for your lady love, would of course be more than enough to keep the flame of wanting ignited.

And the lady, if she truly love this knight, was supposed to not only be flattered and seduced (in the chastest sense of the word) by all this inattention, she was suppose to encourage and support it. Brag to all of her maids in waiting that they had true job security, they like her, would always be waiting.

You mortals are silly, silly beings.

It's a wonder that more of said damsels didn't tie the idiots to trees, and have their way with them just out of sheer frustration at the torture. They should have been put to the stake for love starving the innocent.

Thank the gods that we Goblins, and Dark Fey, do not behave that way.

( I don't care what you've heard.)

More bitter resentment later, my darlings,

Her Wicked Majesty,

Obsidian Shard the 13th

Greetings from Her Wicked Majesty.

One does feel that whatever one does, she will be cast in the role of the the villain. So, One thinks to herself," Perhaps I am the villain." "Mayhap, instead of aspiring to be a great hero, one should in fact, acknowledge that one can only achieve anti-hero status."

Fine, one shall persevere, in one's new archetype, and trust that what good I achieve from my underworld lair, will be attributed to the hero. Or, worse, seen as an attack against them.

One does tire of speaking about one's self in the third.

I will use this forum to openly discuss those thoughts I am uncomfortable expressing to my minions and subjects. Here, I hope to make jest at my own expense, while simultaneously venting my spleen. Here again, I hope that my semi anonymous status will allow me to say those things that would shock, and dismay those closest to me. Despite my reputation as a vile, and selfish ruler, I have no wish to hurt those closest to me.

I do so hope that my dark ramblings do not bore.

More later, the garden needs tending.