Write about: allegiances.
As the only Canadian NHL team to make the playoffs, I'll be switching my allegiances to the Montreal Canadiens for the next little while. Though it won't be a particularly difficult change, as they are my dad's favorite team.
In other hockey news, it looks like Vancouver's Daniel Sedin dodged a bullet yesterday.
I was back out in the garden this afternoon, getting a start on mulching our garlic. That's always a big job but it was good to get going on it.
In the throne room he conducted himself with a quiet confidence. Every movement was sure and precise, without hesitation or show of nerves. His commands were crisp and clear, carrying to every corner of the vast space without being a decibel louder than was required.
Servants scurried to and fro, desperate to anticipate even his smallest needs in order to avoid grueling punishments. His advisor was knowledgeable without being arrogant, his wife a queen envied by all of the kings of the neighbouring lands. Guards stood always ready, swords sharp enough to split hairs, prepared to strike down any and all challengers.
But it was those same guards that kept him awake long into the night, unable to accept the comfort of his bed. And their deadly, gleaming swords waited for him to fall into fitful dreams in which the hairs they were splitting were attached to his head.
They were loyal, he kept telling himself. There had never been the slightest indication that would suggest otherwise. And still, and still...
Just how far did their allegiance truly go?