King Henry

I am all too aware of my presence inside of this armor. My breathing in here makes it humid and muggy, yet my spear still strikes. They call this the ultimate sacrifice, but I'm not sacrificing anything. A sacrifice is given. I have been forced into the suit of metal by a man that I thought was good. This has happened before. A man claiming to be just and to use his knowledge for the good of the people, only to shove those people head-first into a battle. Into a war. This is tyranny and I am in armor that I did not choose for myself. If my garden still remains, after such bloodshed as this, I wish to grow eggplants.