If belief was the ground underfoot, you would be terrified to look down. You might look down to find your feet resting on nothingness—not grass, not air, just empty black nothingness.
Arthur will be a great king.
You believe that.
The dragon says so. The people around him believe it. There's something about him—everyone sees it, friends and enemies. There's something about him that makes you hope, makes them hope.
It is his destiny.
You believe that.
You'd better believe it. You bet your life on it everyday. You know he could betray you if he found out, could have you killed, but you believe he will be great.
You build your life on that hope—no, that belief. (Arthur will be a great king. It is his destiny. It is his personality.)
If belief was the ground underfoot, you would be terrified to look down. You wouldn't look down. Because what if you built all that on the foundation of nothingness?
But you never look down. You never doubt it. You never think that. You won't allow yourself to. (Arthur will be a great king! It is his destiny!)
You can't even think it.
Because. Because you have a horrible sinking feeling that even if you were building a city on empty space, even if you were walking on nothing and you realized it, you would just keep going. Because what else could you do?
If he was the worst king ever, you couldn't just leave him. Because there is something about him, and he's won your loyalty.
But the ground feels solid enough.
So you don't look down.
A/N: Just feeling friendshippy today, and I really wanted to write some random stuff to get out some stress. Usually when I'm stressed a character ends up dying, so I don't think I'm doing too bad!
