To Rule In Silver
Kingdom of Heaven piece from the Christian King's perspective - drabble.
The mask does not hide who I am. On the contrary, it realizes me. Without the mask, my decaying body would show the people a decaying spirit. They could not help but make the association. A king must remain pure, must remain whole. He cannot be broken.
I put on the mask, and the people see their ruler. A strong king, mysterious yet personal, showing himself wise and somehow omnipresent. I am my own symbol, to them. The mask is part of my face, and part of me. I put on the mask, and they see their king.
I put on the mask, and I am seen for myself.