She told a story every night. She had to. If she didn’t, she was done for. Stories of adventure, love, comedy, magic, horror, suspense– and ultimately, fate and destiny itself. Every subject available to describe our veiled existence on this rock presented in magical detail. She mastered the craft of manipulative storytelling; cliffhangers driving an irresistible suspense-filled desire to hear the next tale.
She had to keep going, good or bad, because if she didn’t, she was done for.
The King, the poor King, fooled into prolonging her existence. Allowing her to continue weaving tale after tale, good, bad, ugly– it doesn’t matter. As long as she keeps going, and we fall for her storytelling trickery hook, line and sinker. Sequels, prequels, re-tellings, foreshadowing, tune in next time.
They have to keep showing you those shows, you know.
Because if they don’t, they are done for.