Romans & histoires Honesty Poetry

And he has disguised it as the ultimate rebellion. The irony is so profound it steals my breath. I think of my mother’s words: *A penniless poet? A boy who can offer you nothing?* And here he is, the penniless poet, offering me a kingdom. But that’s not why I’m here. I didn’t fall for a bank balance, disguised or otherwise. I fell for the man in the clay-spattered jeans who believes in beauty. The man who chose uncertainty over a gilded cage. Just like I did.

"It's the only thing I can give you. Honesty. I'll never lie to you about what I am or what this life entails. You deserve at least that much." I pull back to look at him. "Then be honest now. Do you love me? Or am I just a convenient solution to your political problems?" The question clearly surprises him. His expression shifts, walls coming down for just a moment. I see the war happening behind his eyes—the urge to lie, to deflect, to protect himself warring against the honesty he promised me.

I saw a Reflection of my own Honesty. The High Council had been using our "Honesty" against us for over a hundred chapters. They knew that a true Sovereign is always haunted by the cost of their power. They had convinced us that our doubt was a "Malfunction" so that we would never realize it was actually our Compass. "I am not afraid of the 'No,' Weaver!" I roared, the White Light of the Origin erupting from my spirit not as a sun, but as a Tidal Wave of Jagged Truth.

From the only truth I know anymore. I am yours. And you are the man who made me his. That's my vow. She showed Dante. Watched him read. His face shifting. Disappointment. Then acceptance. Then something else. Satisfaction. Pride. Understanding. "It's perfect," he said quietly. "It's honest. Real. Everything I asked for. You wrote what you could. What you actually feel. Not pretty lies. Not false promises. Just truth. Your truth." "You wanted honesty. That's what I have. What I can give."

"Your younger sister claims you assaulted her when you were both younger. She further claims that recently, you attacked her husband without provocation." The words sank deep, but I refused to flinch. “I see,” I said, refusing to let my voice crack. "And do you know what happens when lies are repeated long enough?" The Guard frowned. "They become... believable." "They become convenient," I corrected. "Especially when the truth is ugly." Silence hung between us for a moment. "You want honesty?" I asked. "Then you will have it. All of it. Even the parts that will make you wish you hadn't asked."

“About wh‍at?” “About‍ you.” I hesitated. “Honesty’s dangerous.” “So is sile‌nce.” A brea⁠t‌h of a laugh es⁠caped me. “You’re relentle⁠ss.” “I’m patient,” she co⁠rrected. “There’s a difference.‌” ‌

Love, after all, didn’t need an audience. It only needed honesty even if it came too late

Trying to call attention away from the subject, Ethan continued, "It's called loyalty." Vince turned quickly away from Ethan before he saw the angry hot tears coming to his eyes. He was infuriated his brother should suggest he was disloyal simply because he was different. He was not the stuffy soft spoken type who enjoyed soft music and waltzes. Vince was full of life and energy.

While their words emanate pride instead of humility I hold beef today but a sword tomorrow. I entertain with a delicious meal today but poison tomorrow. I am difficult to know. People can hardly explain packaging is a lie. Deceit is called packaging. All and sundry who are like me. It will be best if the world can grasp who you are!

I exhaled sharply, getting my heart rate back to normal before returning slowly to my chair. "You have questions for me I suppose? That's why you're here?" "Yes. You're going to answer all my questions and you're going to tell me the truth!" "I haven't lied to you have I? I can bet on anything that I'm one of the most truthful persons you've ever met. Everyone has lied to you one way or another. Everyone has tried to be deceitful one way or another, it's just me. I have been truthful since day one. I have never lied or told lies, it's always been the truth."