Lord Amorworth

Lord Amorworth
The most successful failure


You know that I loved you like nobody else did on this land, and you can be sure, that nobody will love you as I did. That is what the Lord said to each and every woman he met, to each and every woman he slept with, to each and every woman he intended to love. He tried and succeeded to satisfy each and every one, he swore that he will never leave, that he will never lie. And a good liar he was, blurring minds of innocent women along his path, it was like nature itself gave him the blessing of a natural talent of the beautiful art of seduction, he had in his arsenal the best weapons a craftsman could give him. The lord had a body worth of perfection to every lady that saw him, beautiful eyes, the colour of the calm ocean, his hair was the colour of the darkest of nights, his smile was gentle and mysterious, and like one of those craftsman that gave all of this, his hands were the tools for making wonders, wonders of ultimate perfection, of greater love and peace. And his tongue, the way he spoke, the way he manipulated language, when he was talking, he hypnotized everyone who listened, placing them in an unforgettable trance, he could easily demand things no one would give. And so this was Lord Amorworth, a gentleman of a unique kind, a man you would meet only once in your lifetime, a man you wish you could meet again, and again, a man you would wish to sit with and just listen to him, to all of the greatest stories and adventures, stories he had so many. But there is no second time, no twice and two times, there is only one, once and first.

He is the one you can meet once, and be the first of your kind, to talk to the lord, a lord many knew, loved by many, hated by few, a lord that his entire life he spent in travelling, meeting and greeting millions of others, who wished he could stay. There is no ending for this, he believed, and for 'this' he mentioned life, and so the people believed him, they not only wanted him to be immortal, they wanted him to be personally theirs. But that something he could not give, he always wished he could, he always lied he can and will, he had a success in that matter, but a failure in the other. Everybody listened to him, to his great stories, but no one ever asked questions, no one ever wondered, of the reason behind his travelling, no one could see the grief behind his beautiful blue eyes, no one could read trough his gentle smile the real story of agony, no one could feel the fear, in his touch. The lord had everything he could wish for, but something in his list was terribly missing, the thing he was after, the purpose of his whole journey, the purpose of his life. Night after night he went outside and glazed at the stars, thinking deeply, when he will find true honest love. Out of so many women he met, he never found love with them, he always gave the feeling to others, but never got one back.

And so he continued to travel the land, in search of that precious priceless feeling, when he was done looking on land, he travelled the sea, the endless and mighty sea, ocean after ocean he looked trough his spyglass in hope of finding new land, but fortune had different plans for him. It was just another regular day when he found a piece of paper hidden in a vial, floating in the sea, when he opened the vial and looked at the piece of paper, carefully examining each and every detail in it, he told to his crew to follow the coordinates he will give, and so his crew did, the lord sailed to a destination no one ever heard of, a place the lord called happiness. The ship was sailing for years, some of the crew members died, some got insane and jumped over the deck, but only the lord stayed strong, eventually he was all alone, by himself in the endless sea, he grew old, for he was not immortal, his voice cracked and he sounded gentle no more, but deep inside, the only thing that cannot grow old, his soul was young forever, and the lord did not gave up on the dream of arriving to the place called happiness.
And so he sailed forever more, looking at the old piece of paper, where only one thing was written on it. "go to your happiness".