J. 22.

My name is Baron and I want to be the minstrel of my own desperate story.

I am a bold author or better well-wisher of my misfortunes, and the cause of my disastrous journey are only and exclusively them: The Regnants.

But let's proceed step by step.

As I have already told you my name is Baron and since I have been on this earth, misfortune has been my life partner.

Not even this new solar decade has helped to improve my situation, on the contrary my story seems to take an increasingly mean turn every day.

I am a humble vassal, but not the standard one you hear about, but I have been demoted from my main title.

In the realm of Zoor, where I come from, hierarchies are in constant motion, and overnight one can find oneself ousted from one's title and privileges.

Let's say also that I am primarily a roaring spirit, but this is another story.

My misadventure began on the day I chose to give voice to my innermost thoughts, confronting with contemptuous words the Regnant Firk, a man of steel temper and heart of glacial fire, historical face of the Zoor dynasty. 

Shoulder that helped sink my rank was the narcissist Regnant Heil, adorned with her ego and her expensive jewels.

...What was it?

I think someone is coming, better stop my writing now.

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