The Kingdom.

Well, hello everyone! I'm quite new to this whole blogging scene. My name is Alex. 

Now I write.

I've seemed triggered a small earthquake in the foundation of my very kingdom. 

A kingdom of absolute greatness.

But what I've seemed to have done is bring someone into that kingdom.

This someone is a recent friend I have made. And that it shall stay.

Sadly to say, she's the reason that my kingdom is a-quaking.

You see, this Prince is a lone wolf, and only has a handful of friends.

So, this damsel, is an awesome friend, a mother of 2 children, and a widowed wife.

I envy her fortitude.

I have spent a lot of time with this damsel during the past fortnight.

And I get the message, that the almighty Queen has invited the damsel over for tea.

Not having many damsel friends in the past, the Queen is expecting much. 

So, natually, a Queens Prince comes home with what she hopes to be a potential "Princess", so to speak.

But what she finds is the biggest threat to the kingdom she's seen this Prince bring to the Palace.

I can understand where her thought processes are going on this one, but I believe the Queen is being a little bit silly and jumping to FAR too many conclusions.

Plus the Queen must had a little bit too much tea before the party actually began.

That went good. Kinda like a tornado of crazyness.

But she's the Queen, and to this Prince, that's not something easily ignored.

It's always been very hard for this Prince to escape the powerful clutch of his Queen.

She binds this Prince, as pathetic as this is making him seem.

She is, after all, a very powerful woman; in presence and aura.

I realize that since my life has forever been dictated around the Palace Walls, I must watch what I bring into the front gates.

This may not be important to many of you, but I feel that the only thing I can really do is write about it. 

The only person to be talked to about all of this has already been talked to, so I turn to the internet.

I wonder what all of you have to say about this. About everything. Everything.

To love, you must sometimes let go.

Many have tried explaining this one to the Queen, but it proved useless.

She loves far too much.

Heart of solid gold, the mind of a great General, and the mentality of a hippie.

I fear for the Queen.

I fear that when this Prince finally leaves the Palace, she will become ill, ridden with worry.

This Prince will stay friends with the damsel, whether the Queen likes it or not.

He knows the difference between a good friend, and a bad friend.

She is worried that because this Prince has not had a damsel he could call his own for a very long time, he will fixate himself unto this new damsel in his life.

I assure you, this Prince is far stronger than that. So he thinks.

I am completely aware of the shitstorm that this shituation could bring down.

But I know where the Prince and the damsel are NOT going. And that's what's important.

The Queen can rest easy, because her Prince actually has a decent head on his shoulders.

I love the Queen, but I also love the ones I choose to be my friends. 

Alex.