King's companion

I was born into a Shakespearean family, with a father who served the king for forty years and a brother banished to one of his prisons. Imagine a terrifying, oppressive palace where the most loyal are punished, and where jealousy reigns supreme. His Highness chose. I abandoned all living beings and his children, leaving my brother to his fate, so that our family would live for twenty years haunted by the pain of absence. What was the king's confidant's excuse? What was the father's excuse within him? Why would a person cast himself into isolation and throw himself into the arms of servitude? This world is strange, and strange was the life my father chose. From the moment I decided to tell his story, I placed it in your hands: a tale overflowing with the magic of bygone stories, yet drowning in the nightmare of human tragedy. I was born into a Shakespearean family, with a father who served the king for forty years and a brother exiled to one of his prisons. Imagine a terrifying and enchanting palace, where the most loyal servants are punished, and jealousy reigns supreme. Tales, as storytellers well know, have doors that lead to service to the king on one side and freedom on the other.

At that door, my father stood and had to choose. And he chose His Majesty. He abandoned his wife and children, leaving my brother to his fate, and our family lived for 20 years haunted by the pain of his absence. What was the king's foolish logic? And what was the father's logic in it?

Why would someone throw themselves into isolation and embrace servitude? This world is strange, and the life my father chose was strange. For years, I've tried to tell his story. And today, I place it in your hands: a tale brimming with the magic of old stories, yet steeped in the nightmare of human tragedy.