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I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
He was an heir of a noble family, despite being the youngest child.
"He" was a talented teenage sleuth, dubbed as "detective prince".
They once thought the world was supposed to revolve around them.
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listened as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead long live the king
One of his father's consorts sent two assassins to kill him. He, however, managed to turn the tide. One of the assassins sent to him ended up being his loyal butler and his strongest bodyguard. As time went by, he was showing more promising capabilities as his father's successor. Some started to fear him, others placed their high hopes on him.
The detective prince was rising to fame in the midst of an unsolveable abduction and murder case. "He" was employed since the polices detectives currently solving the case were deemed not good enough. Fulfilling the hopes of many, the detective prince solved the case swiftly and arrested the culprit, further embarassing those police detectives.
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
The young heir eventually learned that he was never the biological son of his noble father. Instead, he was born from his noble mother's first marriage to a commoner, meaning that he was not a pureblood noble. No one but he himself and his full brother knew this, but how much time left until this truth revealed to the world?
The case, however, was still far from over. Another victim reported, and the mastermind of the case was still wandering freely. The detective prince's credibility started to be questioned. Not to mention that the detective prince's real identity started to leak: "he" was a she, a fake detective prince to begin with. In a sexist field where female detective, let alone a very young one, looked down upon, the detective "prince" was slowly losing her place.
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you'd gone there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
The fake heir and the fake detective prince decided to hide away their insecurities, resuming their life as if nothing wrong ever happened.
They desperately convinced themselves that as long as they never made any mistake, live would go on as planned.
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
In the end there was one they could never hide the truth from: their own selves.
The fake heir didn't only hide his lineage. He also hid the fact that he was more interested to be a musician than an heir of a noble family. He loved music so much, yet his noble father refused to acknowledge his passion. People's hopes, his secret bloodline, and his denial to one thing he loved the most became too much for him to bear alone.
The fake detective prince didn't only hide her gender. She also hid the fact that she didn't even need to be a famous detective. She just wanted to be acknowledged just the way she was, and to be allowed to grow with all her talents and abilities as a young female detective. Unfortunately, the world was too harsh to even know her humble wish.
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St Peter won't call my name
The fake heir, now a renowned musician, has finally decided to follow what his heart yearns the most. Although he found it hard when he first decided to abandon his status as a noble and leave his family, he has finally made peace with everything. Besides, he still has a mother and a brother, not to mention his wacky, silly, but loyal friends who will side with him no matter what.
The fake detective prince, now a promising young female detective, has finally realized that before she wants to be acknowledged just the way she is by everyone, she had to fully accept herself first. Not all people treat and respect her as she wants, yet she no longers thinks of it as a bother. She has come to terms with everything, thanks to her dear friends who will always be by her side.
The musician and the female detective doesn't have the world revolving around them anymore, yet they have stopped hiding the truth and fully embraced their true selves.
Never an honest word....
....But that was when I ruled the world