It's as if there are many parts to the story. And, there are warmings of intent. Where this books intent lay is in truth. Where the King's representation of truth aims to prevent history rewrites from defeating his legacies ability to access the royal properties. The fight is long and hard against terror. And, it is the King that would come to find such origin foreshadowing. The linguistic of propagations has cultivated a history against his coming. The baton passed by one thief to the next. In harms way was the antiquity lover liquidating capital for corruption to come to pass. The call to the end of fondling the King's jewels is within the one hundred and ninety example calling for sufficient evidences indict corrupt officials. Should the evidences of corrupt not suffice. The propagation band now exceeds into many more beyond the King. For it is the King whom would win love with the people voicing their approval in sacred dedication. Masked by hurdles of royals existing in corrupted freedom when beneath a slew of failure. To keep up with the King was to be among the highest in regard to capacity. However, failures of education would make the King appear. There would be no further question that a world changing command could be ordered under the shroud of Bastrastanovian mystery. Cocooned metamorphosis raising ears as private protection operatives may be in question of brain imprints. Cultivations accessed ability to provide in-depth hypnotic induction offering recall sensitivity that could be mastered to perfection. The play of people was a science that the King would not suggest anyone take part. However, it's risky business when creating a line that reads; "Do not cross."
"Let the only cross you fear be the fear in failing to see that someone here needs your help."
The virtues of all books call all followers. This books isn't a call to followers. This book is an explanation for a fantasy wall. Far removed from some virtues that should better know the King. It's a truthful tale of riddles. The intensity can be overbearing as it can be converted into orgasmic scintillation by osmosis. The protocol far beyond the sea, and waters edge, was one shocked when awakened. The King was one story in a field from many nations abroad. In Bastrastanovia the first of all steps was revealed to have been reason that war appeared declared. To follow a wonder creating corruption profiteering prowess by way of pink Champagnes senseless feeling for the sound of thunderous bombs. The long awaited Saint from within the King was prancing in Pruere. But, well knew that a wall over the sea could provide for a massive arsenal. Terrain is usually the problem in ideals of war where the divine power of holiness rises to provide the world with a telling testimony. The fear in fluffing of feathers or last resort demanding historic accuracy be catered to once ending corrupts hierarchy. A tragedy like Royalty in that the characters may have been loved. A tragedy unlike Royalty in that the slaughter of those whom have forefathers come to Sainthood should have a fair day in a world with justice.
"Forgive us for we all pray in a different way. Give to us singularity in our gathering this day. It is not in vein we provide service with our works. May our works be combined in loyalties that see only human. Amen."
The propagation set forth and capitalistic nature of the world presented a near and present danger in consideration to alarming facts. Where whistles blown have ended in failed attempts. Where treason has kept it's harvest. But, for how long. And, the minimum among those whom inherited the corrupt business? Would that be enough? Has their wealth set them all too far off in expectancy of recovery. With excessive capital and among their collections the King's families Royal Commission. The movies of false provenance didn't reach all of Bastrastanovia. There was still time to save the land or provide for the prophecy expected in books of some whom believe they live to a holy accord. Have we lived if we have not sinned? This sinful revelation caused for reaction in shadows known by elitist recon extraction. The King was not alone. For it was the land that was loved by the people. The people loved to visit the land of the Kings. The people loved to be educated within the places where Royal orders dwelt. If any reaction came it was the scribing microphone pens to offer sense. The speech traversing on systems that were test experiments at best. The King wasn't hopeless in his venture. The virtue of the King's forefathers scripted the truth with a strength that corruption would fail to bribe from revelations. The echoing silence in eyes confounded beyond grace of our moon were surrounded by the green and pink sky within the King's mind. The truth was for suggestion that would evolve rather than condemn. And, various cultivations will surely exists. However, the aim of the King was not to decimate. Even though the truth of revelations had uncovered those in favor of changing evidences. Even though the time to strike was one that was a star at the pinnacle of a crescent moon. Bastrastanovia's galaxy had three planets with life bearing fruits. There was still time to call for hope, and the King would say to his most loyal; "Give hope back."
"The wisdom of the wise is to see the foolish fiddling with fools things, and teach them that their voice needs additional strength."
With alternative societies growing over many cultivations that considered various virtue sets. A majority in number accepted the truth and wore it proudly on their lapel. The cultivation was of the King's creation. The image was unique. The image might reflect a sparkling red white blue and purple worn near the breast. As the King boldly stepped in Pruere he masked his own image. No worn site of alliance where virtues were kept by those emboldened their fashion statements. The sound of jeering protesting was found in trace evidences calling for suspect that espionage had infiltrated more than the nations over the sea. It would be with love that the cleansing was inspired. The ideal to slaughter a people after calling them to gather for terrorism wasn't needed at all. The ideal was one carried by the terrorists. The terrorists were sought for a cleanse that would ensure no news would break of the elimination of hostile gatherings. Terrorists are primarily wanted executed in Bastrastanovia as well as the world over. While, apprehensions as neutralizations occur, the worlds stern enforcement is one of mysterious ways. The King's rights had failed to be considered. And, it was within the King's right to call for the execution of terror. The King walked among the people in a nation that bordered Pruere. It wasn't ten days before the city would provide evidences of drug trade. The King did not fail to report. The investigations became epiphany that would insight what appeared as psychosis. To prevent any such outburst of traumatic stress the King worked each day to cool his worry. The protesters in sight offering toxins that would surely poison the newly cleansed flesh arriving from a paradox paradise. The King knew that he must achieve a world far better than the one that aimed to take a strike to his wrist. It's a strange thing to ponder the most brilliant of measures when in the events no such time exists. The King's virtues kept him as close to the heavens as he could stand to bring himself. The wish to accept the example was real, and an order of his people to take back a government swept. The timeline was ticking. The singing was a voice cleansed, when the King elected it was time to increase his regiment of improvement, by way of daily habits. From place to place a jeer and tune. Few would threaten his song of plume. The curiosity of interest well knew once evidences had provided clear cut trace. It was the helm of corruption that would have to find itself arraigned otherwise it may mean a cultivation decimated. Because whom would follow should all be tossed for a glass of Pink Champagne. The DNA was in hand, and archives being collected. Reverse trace was nearly at the ready. The readiness of his Highness and King was quick as a frogs tongue. At any time he knew that revelations against him were threats or lovers dumbfounded by the still around him. The King's moods were partial to conjurings of ailments assumed to be diabetes. The King had little wish for spending time with doctors, and feared their presence for they too could be the corrupts demon spawn. The fears were for conquering. However, when filled with all the historic glamor of Pruere, it didn't come without testing waters. And, as the song filled the streets after elitist cleanse. No one would disturb the King. The King would cry upon the last notes looking at fountains placed by his forefathers hands; "How long shall I be kept from keeping the keys to my gates?" The sound of initiation was one that could be raised as if by alarm. The sensory of those around you may reveal a responder. The answer to the question; "What are you so loud?" Reply; "I'm singing. Forgive me! The best thing ever happened to me today in Pruere." It appeared as if that was part of the King's genius. The King well knew that dialogue only works in Pruere. The hair of those collected would be canvased for previous trace to reveal any potential visitation by representation of chemical compositions found nesting within longer locks of hair. The King's elitists were nearing the revelation of trace in a war that first began when tracing the King's family. The families of the nations within the cleanse state were made well aware of the reasons for readiness. The communication methods of Royalty may be different from King to King or Queen to Queen. But, the virtue of the return of a King has been found when created scriptures by cultivations long ago. The King full well knew that the leverage of one hundred ninety rockets must come with verification in backing of his word. The King elected to provide public notices and removed them knowing active followings had responsive technology to retrieve his command. The command ordered for further investigation after action of readiness gave another reason for memorial. Surely, there were those among the King that have long defined life beyond feelings. Even so, they would confess the truth that no matter the mask feelings are present in the mind. Defining the terrorists before the feet of our King's and Queen's was an election made by the King giving his reason for compiling evidences.
A memorial for those whom know the fallen of the Bastrastanovian war;
"Pray for the might of holiness to be entered within our eternity."
"While, a drink is delightful. There's room for time between drinks."
The protocol of Kings