Ok, I'm ready to get this off my chest, it's a story I've wanted to tell for a while.
Now where was I... Oh yes! I had just passed out.
Well when I woke up There was a strangely dressed man leaning over me. When he saw me open my eyes he excitedly proclaimed,"The king is alright!"
Wondering why a king would be out in the woods and what could have happened to him I looked around for this "king".
I finally realized that he meant ME!
"I'm sorry sir, I am not the king". He looked at me worriedly and started whispering to some others (that were just as strangely clad) that I hadn't noticed before.
He then said,"don't you remember sire? Your Father the late king has passed away of illness and my lord is now the King."
Even more confused now I of course said "No I don't remember and I know I'm not a king."
Now why I didn't just take the credit for being king I don't know but at the time that's what I did.
the strangely clad man now gave me a pitiful exspression that greatly displeased me and proceeded to tell everyone that I had hit my head and had been set back a few years, they must be patient because I might not remember everything.
Right before I drifted off to sleep again I noticed that strangely I was dressed in similar clothes as my peculiar caretaker and never remembered changing...
