Patriarchy

He ruled his kingdom with an iron fist all looked up to the earl of otherworld. Women sighed over his handsome face, his manly stature and his sense of humour. His heir and son was cultivated and charming. Yet the earl's wife was a fiery woman of red hair with an hourglass figure she tempted and teased. He was putty in her hands when she flirted. His warriors would follow him to certain death such was their trust in his leadership and skills. His earldom was both strong and rich in arts, jewels with bounteous harvests of fruit and grains. His once many enemies were now scattered and few. He gazed out over his kingdom and knew with certainty that all was ready for the day he was no more that his son would carry on capably in his footsteps. He knew he would be remembered with relevance that many would mourn his Rite of Passage after all he was the patrician all he beheld and he ruled all with wisdom and strength. written 07/17/2015 contest Patriarchy