His
kingdom is timeless nobility; his character a rose.
With a crown of crimson constellations, and a fluid spirit boiling like fountains of platelets, FLEANCE (pronounced "flee" and the end of "séance") spotted his latest pursuers, each a parasite craving knowledge and power at the expense of another.
After desperately thirsting for their moment to advance through the darkness, three frenzied murderers suddenly sprang forth to consume their prey. However, Fleance escaped due to their inability to grasp the nimble young royal.
Collectively through centuries, the masses pounced again and again, only to find dry shadows in their teeth and hands. Subtlety never was their domain.
Yet we endured by repudiating leech-like empowerment, and bravely nourished our selves by learning to create with reason, vigorous imagination, and patience.
Like the winegrower, Fleance knew when we would ripen.
Finally he beckons from afar, welcoming us as individuals beside the fountain on the terrace of his regal estate.
We greet, partake of the solution, blush, and half-relieved say "Just in time".
He responds: "Not me. Do you have a question?"