The life of a creature like me can get to be pretty monotonous. I guess I can't complain, really. The King kept his word. I don't feel that gnawing emptiness that marked my existence even in his mother's womb. I am, in a word, satisfied. Content. Complete. I have what every hollow seeks with endless hunger. A heart.
But I remain in an empty world of towering glass and steel. The sun rises when the King awakens and sets when he falls asleep. The sun shines when his heart is burning with passion, and the rain comes when his spirits are low. And recently, the snow falls when the Queen is near by.
I can never express my gratitude to that girl, for turning the rain to snow.
I have no need of food, or sleep, or even air. I breath, eat and sleep simply to pass the time. The old man is no fun to talk to, and the King is too busy most of the time. He did make sure I had all the things necessary to pretend I had a real life. Clothes, food, a bed. I live in one of the many rooms of the endless sky scrapers.
This morning, I awoke at dawn, not suspecting that my life would never be the same again.