Post by Crystal on Oct 1, 2012 20:00:11 GMT -5
So, what is your name?
"That is a matter that cannot be disclosed openly. Private matters protect not only me but the people that serve underneath me and those that I am sworn by my life to protect. However, you would not simply call me horse - that would be hilarious, but largely unrealistic. Instead, I will guarantee you - and safely so - that I permit the use of the name Schiewerlausaystreudel for such occasions."
Then....only your subjects know your name?
"Alas, this is not the truth either. I would prefer to promise you that I trust them all as if I were female enough to have given birth to each and every one of them. Have you not heard of the saying of wolves among sheep, though? This is such an occasion - instead, I must inspect my flock and trust the sheepiest of the sheeps with such a protected cause."
Do you prefer all your subjects to have fake identities?
"Ah, good sir you jest! A fake identity also builds up to a life that is not their own. I am not a shoe sales man throwing an odd pitch to you, I am a Monarch with an alias. That is hardly the norm I suppose, but it isn't largely abnormal either. It is merely a fact - when Schiewerlausaystreudel gets hired onto another job, I promise you you'll be the first to know about the fake life he lives!"
And what do you do as a Monarch?
"What don't I do? My day has my rising in the early mornings to do a run around my lands. Honestly, I have to split the workload up - so I'm inhabiting different regions at different times throughout the weeks. I trust those that guard my kingdom, I assure you, but I like to help them out and be positive that there aren't any threats lingering about. Then I like to spend my morning tea at the lake side, sipping gently as I chat with another Monarch or two. Sometimes allies cannot be made - I like to think there's a compromise for every Monarch I've yet to meet though, that's itching at the back of their throats. It's largely whether or not I can find it that seems to be the problem."
You handle foreign affairs and guarding your territory. That's it?
"Funny assumption, don't you think? I have to mingle with my peers - this is a never ending job. If I do not ask around to find out what my Kingdom is lacking, then it will be lacking in fully committed members. Of course, I need to survey the health of my lands, look after those that I've put in charge of my different lands entirely, and see how they treat the members that reside in their herds. I have to completely prove to myself that everyone is pulling their weight, or I have to give them the boot in the end. I have to work out treaties of course so that we don't go to war - generally a complete upkeep. And of course, the age old tradition of creating new laws that comes with all rulers. But all of this is just icing upon the cake."
You really hate war don't you?
"Oh, completely! If I loved war then my members die as well at the other party's. I could handle the death of their members easily without losing too many nights of sleep. It would have me rolling around in my bed for a spell, but largely I could get over it. But even if we won, I would hate to see one person's unnecessary bloodshed when we could have both come to an agreement. Although that is not always the case - thus why I support any and all Colonies creating a Military."
Wouldn't it be wiser to train all of your members for battle?
"You cannot lead a horse to water, no pun intended. What I mean that that is that the horse may be forced to battle, train, and fight for their life but it doesn't mean that any of the lessons will stay fresh in their minds. Plus, if we are all fighters ad we are all dying to protect our Colony, then no one is alive to heal the wounded who could have lived for another fight. No one is tilling the farmlands of their nutrients to keep the fighters fit and ready for another round. No one is scoping out for spies among the bloodshed, because they're too busy focusing on the enemy ahead of their eyes to see the one sneaking up behind them. And no one is tending to the children, tucking them inside of a hidden cave, and making sure they survive for the next generation. All is lost inside of one war, because planning was inevitable but it was forgotten. I prefer to play on everyone's strengths - armymen will rise where the rest have fallen. The slack will be covered."
What do you consider yourself, then?
"Someone who gets the job done. What else?"
Well...how old are you?
"I'm preparing the celebration of my birthday this month. That's right, I'm an October baby! That'll put me at 11 years old. Ain't that funny - 11 years ago I was born, approximately speaking. I grow up so fast."
Are you looking for Consort?
"Are you offering? She'll show up when it's her time - you can't rush these things after all."
What's your biggest regret?
"I'm sorry, is it impossible not to have one? I mean I've held regrets, but at my age I've learned the best thing is to let them go. So yes, I stand by the fact that I have none. Anything that I regret is either an apology I've yet to tell someone or a goal I've yet to accomplish - not something to ruin my mental health as it were."
What was your childhood like?
"Happy, healthy, and unproductive no matter how hard I tried to help out. Children can only to do much, after all."
How did you become Monarch?
"Ah, a busy body! I like the way you think. Worried that I slipped the poison into Henry the eigth's drink and gently lulled him into his last slumber ever, are you? Well I'll promise you that isn't the case. The Monarch's name wasn't Henry for starters, and I'm his son. Did I just inherit it though - I wish! Actually, the joke around my Kingdom is that I prayed so much not to become a Monarch and bothered the Gods so often that they made me one to spite me! Truth be told - and this was discovered only after I was made a Monarch, and it was too late - my father's dying wish was for my brother to be made Monarch, which I would have supported. But since my brother was there when he died and absolutely despised such a role - and I quote you, 'anyone in power ought to have their head cut off and their body shoved down its throat!' I was given that right. By then, though, my brother had already ran away from home. Perhaps I'll give him the title....if we can ever find him again. Did you hear about him, perhaps? Please, do tell me."