I have discovered a new religion—a religion that would bring a million of the world’s strongest men to their knees. I was fighting a battle against a million warlords, but when my queen arrived, I put down my sword. Why continue to fight against a million men when I already have my one queen out of a million women? Why fight against a million men when my queen sleeps alone at night praying to the gods for my safe return? A man can slay a million men in battle single handed and take over an entire continent but without one queen the works of his hands are unfruitful. The treasure of life is not in the egos of a million men but the heart of one woman.
This story was inspired by my new love for the Game of Thrones. As men sometimes we battle for and against other men, material possessions, and other tangibles things so much that we forget about our queens—the wives, the daughters, and the mothers. It is much more honorable for a man to love one woman than to prove an ego against a million men. If you enjoyed this story and would like to be tagged in future stories simply like and share this story.
That essence Those hands, that body that caresses who breastfeeds us that gives us life starting an eternal struggle who always leaves his teachings Their loves his consolations That essence that multiplies in the sister, in the aunt, in the
allow me this privilege of seeing you in , the unlit room in a chilly night, alone and guiltless, as night unmask your face, assumed Venus in the cowl shawl, splendor on the door it would admit, the dream of
Of all things sentimental. She came through the door wearing a suit of armor. The door closed behind her with a rattle and tick of swaying arms. With rust around her eyes she longed to be melted down. A drop
For ages, her life has been A journey of endless strife Most of the times unrecognised Generation after generation Beautiful as a part of nature itself In whose lap she is born and brought up She grows up to attain