loyalty [Theme] Page 5

I never felt hate, but I always felt sorry for people who couldn't love and be faithful.

There will be no other road,
If you're in the inferno, I'm behind you.

Loyalty is a horseshoe to conscience.

We lived among the human people.
But they do not dream of loyalty in a dream.
No, it is better for us to live between people without manifestation,
How the shine sleeps in the iron, how the spark sleeps in the fire.

How unusual in our lives is arranged what is called friendship. At first, you seem to be appreciated, respected, loved, and then deliberately betrayed to mock your soul. They promise never to break your loyalty, but very quickly forget about it. Be attentive to those you let into your life.

And only sadness and shame poured out.

You need to know the word. This is a cherished word at dawn, after the first spring thunderstorm, once, only once in its life a swan speaks to the winch. The wild goose also knows this right word. Hearing, the winch repeats the word and falls in love with the swan for life. That is why both swans and geese get married so well.

- It seems that the one that drove me away has lost its power? Did Edward become a man again?
- He's always been a man! But it seems that this is not enough to gain the loyalty of those who are supposed to love him!

- You're going to be queen, Isabella! Aren't you happy? Dad did it for you.
- We already have two queens: one in exile and the other imprisoned in the Tower and a reward has been announced for her head, and I will become the third?! And if the father turns against us, how did he turn against the other two?
- He won't go against you. You wear a prince - his grandson. For the father, no one is more important.
- We all considered Edward the rightful king, said that we were faithful to him, called him the flower of York. It was said that England would become a flowering garden under him. We danced at her coronation! And they swied love to this queen!..

Well, when will the plaster be removed for me?

Loyalty to friendship is not measured in years. It doesn't matter how long we've been friends, it matters how much we appreciate it.

One blade - Commandments.
One blade - Memory.
One blade - Truth.
One blade is Shadows.
One blade is War.
One blade to a traitor.

Forever and ever.

There is a category of men - a wolf who, having truly fallen in love with his companion, keeps her loyalty and devotion to the end of his life. If a man is a male, then this is a public member of the bitch circle, living on the level of animal instinct. If a peasant is a ram who is grazed and easy to take away, then his place is in the stall in the sheep.