The King listens as the captivated fool rants. He always does.
If only it weren't through a radio.
"There's so much science behind every little thing..
The grass under your feet, the sun on your skin- The feeling of it all!"
"Isn't it just amazing?"
Silence.
"Maxwell?"
The King sits bound to a throne surrounded by nothing but darkness.
A shaky static laden sigh.
"..Maxwell..?"
Tears would fall to the cold marble floor but The King has long since run out of tears to shed.
...
"..Sorry, pal. You cut out for a second there."
A recently disposed king stands in a warm field, basking in the sun.
"..I'm not so sure about science, but it is amazing.."
He mutters.
"..I never cut out, did I?"
Replies his approaching companion.
"No." He says, smiling.
Two fallen kings lay in the grass, basking under the sun.
One of them does shed a tear.