King's Speech : In 100 Words

“Name your persisting dream, Ryndoon! Does it live stubbornly still? Does it rear its perplexing head and refuse to die? When you lie at your lowest, do you find yourself beset by a burning, radiant, relentless hope?”

The trembling in her gut seemed tied by a tenuous, gossamer string to the ebb and flow of the Royal’s stentorian speech.

“Heed the clarion call! The very thought of you was conceived to accomplish purpose in this world. The Story of our time was laid down by a Tale-Weaver who leaves not even the daintiest detail to luck-chance. Clutch tight to hope!”