They who speak with the rhythm of the king of the seven.
Whispering and murmuring with their tactics and hidden motives.
Running the kingdom instead of the king.
They offer him the most precious thing to use and be the guide and basis of the action.
The king who is nothing, a puppet of the whisper. Offered with the bouquet of words.
Drowned by the words, deafened by the voices, envoy by their horses, clashes that hang their body headless.
Now, who is the true ruler of the seven kingdoms?
The kingdom is now ruined by their rotten leader, whom no mercy prevails to all who object, subject to be assassinated.
The world is now ruined, living in a euphoric fantasy of the keep, dystopian as they seek and greed for gems and gold to keep in their stomach that full of wickedness.
Who is the true leader?