[ASignalInTheNoise]

Twelve years.

Twelve years of toil, suffering, and spite.

Twelve years of pretending it would be worth it one day.

Twelve years of my life for that city, where a false king now sits.

Now my chains are broken. If it is the last thing I do, I will break that crown.

I'm sorry, Franz, for the things I said.

I would stop myself in that moment, if I could. All you wanted was to see how I was doing.

You missed me.

But I let the anger get the best of me. I let everything that had happened to me get the best of me.

But none of it was a lie. None of it was wrong. It was all the truth that I'd shielded you from for so long.

Maybe I shouldn't've. Maybe I should've let you have the truth instead of trying to pretend things were fine.

You'll never read these words. You'll never know how sorry I am.

I wish things could be different; that we could have that shining kingdom you and I shared dreams about.

That new world we wanted to built ... so hopeful, looking back upon those days.

It's not your fault.

I wish Adelaide was a fraction of the King you are.

And that is why things are the way they are, now.

Adelaide. The pretender. The False King.

Will you laugh again with the weight of the steel on your neck?