King Nydon has been defeated, the usurper and his elf compatriot have entered the palace, all his works in ruins. He strolls around chamber where his great arts are stored, and weeps for himself. -- Deathshead419
[AN: In reference to this: https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-04632-l248-better-than-perfection ]
All things considered, there were worse punishments for a deposed ruler than house arrest. There was a distant realm where, according to the tales, the overtaking ruler cut off his father's nose as a means of punishment[1]. And there was the classic public execution. So Nydon should be very grateful that he was alive, whole, and merely imprisoned under the watch of his former, faithful guard.
He didn't feel very grateful. He felt like they'd locked him in a storehouse because his parlour was gradually filling with his commissioned works of art.
Wasn't there a line in one of the depressing poems? Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair. Nydon had banned it because it was too gloomy.
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