Minsitthar
King of war
Gilded king
The sun of Mahar Pura
I stood beneath the towering castle wall. It was just another day in the life of an insignificant servant. An infants cryawakers the morning sun, but the birth of a prince could not change this stagnant existence. Praises and blessings came to my ears; some wished him to be benevolent; some wished him to be brave; others wished him to have a great future.
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