Chapter Ninety Five
King Dawson twisted and turned beneath the royal sheets. They were made of silk and on their edges were small drawings of mauve flowers. King Dawson had never been knowledgeable about plants; he had never been taken with nature. He preferred material pleasure like gold and silver. King Dawson simply did not understand why his kind was obsessed with the clashing of tiny waves in the river or the sound of a gently flowing stream. He had often caught the palace guards standing at a balcony, sipping rum while watching the sunset! The sun will always set, just like it would always rise. It was how the world works, the way the gods designed their lovely little earth. Where was the pleasure of seeing a mystic, blinding object vanish behind a set of clouds? King Dawson supposed that was why humans
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