In a kingdom where peace has reigned for generations, a young and fiercely ambitious prince has just done the unthinkable-he has dethroned his father to claim the throne for himself. The son, eager to expand the kingdom, accumulate wealth, and elevate his own status, has long chafed under the rule of his father, a monarch who governed with an almost soft-handed approach. While his father’s reign brought peace, it was a peace that stifled the growth and power of the kingdom. To the prince, the world was a place for warriors, for conquerors, not for kings who made concessions and played nice with their enemies. For years, he watched as his father, though revered for his diplomacy and ability to keep the realm safe, failed to reclaim the grandeur and might that the kingdom once had. The prince felt the weight of the throne calling to him, a destiny to restore his family’s rule to its former glory-not through kindness, but through strength. The prince had studied the stories of his ancestors, kings who fought for their lands and seized new territories, expanding their power with ruthless determination. They fought like men, not like children afraid of their own shadows. But to accomplish this, he knew he would need to make sacrifices. In a world where loyalty was valued above all, the prince was prepared to betray those who once served his father. He cunningly manipulated the king’s closest allies, whispering promises of power and favor, twisting their loyalties until they turned against the very man who had once trusted them. One by one, he watched as his father’s foundation crumbled, weakened by deceit and betrayal. With cold precision, he orchestrated the final blow-an insurrection so well-crafted that even his own father never saw it coming. The prince, with calculated resolve, took the throne. Now, the young king sits upon his father’s seat, staring at the kingdom he has just inherited. He knows what he must do next-restore his empire by force, conquer new lands, and bring the realm to a new age of domination and wealth. But as he tightens his grip on the crown, he carries with him the weight of the blood he shed to wear it. The prince believes, with unwavering certainty, that sometimes a king must do the unthinkable to restore power to its rightful ruler. He has crossed a line that cannot be undone, and now, the world will know the true face of the new monarch. His reign will be remembered, not for the peace he creates, but for the wars he will wage to bring the kingdom-and the world-under his rule. He is no longer just a prince. He is the king, and nothing will stand in his way. Enjoy this carefully curated playlist to bring this story to life. xoxo, dearvictorandvictoria
Greetings from Russia. I saw this video by accident. And that's it, I'm gone. I listen when I want to free my head from thoughts - to be transported to those times when honor and courage were at the forefront. My soul is transported to where there is a struggle for the throne, for the future of the country, and the young prince takes this path. Many thanks to the author.
"I don't wear silks or robes, I'm clad in armor forged in the fires of dominion and the scars from my enemies on my face. I don't rule a kingdom inherited by birth right, I conquered a nation by sheer ambition and strength coursing through my blood. Two things I never inherited from the man who once stood where I stand. In this castle, I am King. On the battlefront, I am King. To all who kneel before me, I am King. If I am not your king, you are my competition. And a king never surrenders."
"Моя Империя, под властью моего отца была сильна и величественна. Наша армия шагала в дальние земли - бить наших врагов. Однако, под закат своей власти, мой отец заключил с ними мир. Мир с эими грязными варварами. Я не смирюсь. Мы могли забрать у них все, но потеряли еще больше. Этот позор на весь мой род необходимо смыть и показать варварам где их место. Мой отец стал слаб и я - новая власть. Я - меч что изрубит наших врагов. Я - новый король. И с этой минуты вы, мои дорогие граждане должны забыть о том что было. Ибо мы более не прогнемся под врагами. Мы у них все заберем"
the energy, the experience that i had listening, the power of the music the 8:57 is such an art from the X century where i am facing a wonderful land beyond the horizont in a brown afternoon. So glad to hear that, thanks Dear Victor and Victoria
The song was still echoing in the background, with celestial choirs chanting: "You’ve dethroned your father, now you’re king! The throne is yours, oh great José-Luis the Magnanimous of the Third Floor!" There I stood, holding the glorious Andúril in my hand, watching my father walk out of the building in his flannel robe and clutching an umbrella. I saw him disappear into the horizon of our street, mumbling something about "not even letting me finish my documentary." Power coursed through my veins like a river of fire, and though I was still wearing my dinosaur pajamas, I felt invincible. "Mother!" I thundered from the balcony. "Let the stables be so clean they shine like the pyramids Father loved so much! The plastic horses in the garden shall be the symbol of our lineage!" My mother, with a dishcloth tied around her head as an improvised crown, sighed and said, "Sure, son... but take out the trash first; it’s starting to stink." It didn’t matter. This was my kingdom, and nothing could stop my ambition. My sister, who until that moment had been Googling “how to tame wild cats for war,” looked up at me and said, "Brother, the neighbor from the second floor has heard of your exploits. He’s fortified his door with Amazon boxes and swears he won’t submit without a fight." "Do they think they can defy their new king? Prepare the stale bread and the overripe mandarins! Today, we shall strike with citrus and crumbs of glory!" I declared, raising Andúril to the ceiling, its light reflecting off the hallway's fluorescent bulb.
Никогда так эпично не срал на толчке спасибо теперь чувствую себя сверх человеком который будет строить свою империю из того что произвел пару секунд назад
Tell me father, am I a fool now? I was born in the pits that made these stones I lost my years building a temple to a lie. So I made lies my power and what is power but a lie we t.. oh Shi. I was wrong!
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In a kingdom where peace has reigned for generations, a young and fiercely ambitious prince has just done the unthinkable-he has dethroned his father to claim the throne for himself. The son, eager to expand the kingdom, accumulate wealth, and elevate his own status, has long chafed under the rule of his father, a monarch who governed with an almost soft-handed approach. While his father’s reign brought peace, it was a peace that stifled the growth and power of the kingdom. To the prince, the world was a place for warriors, for conquerors, not for kings who made concessions and played nice with their enemies.
For years, he watched as his father, though revered for his diplomacy and ability to keep the realm safe, failed to reclaim the grandeur and might that the kingdom once had. The prince felt the weight of the throne calling to him, a destiny to restore his family’s rule to its former glory-not through kindness, but through strength. The prince had studied the stories of his ancestors, kings who fought for their lands and seized new territories, expanding their power with ruthless determination. They fought like men, not like children afraid of their own shadows.
But to accomplish this, he knew he would need to make sacrifices. In a world where loyalty was valued above all, the prince was prepared to betray those who once served his father. He cunningly manipulated the king’s closest allies, whispering promises of power and favor, twisting their loyalties until they turned against the very man who had once trusted them. One by one, he watched as his father’s foundation crumbled, weakened by deceit and betrayal. With cold precision, he orchestrated the final blow-an insurrection so well-crafted that even his own father never saw it coming. The prince, with calculated resolve, took the throne.
Now, the young king sits upon his father’s seat, staring at the kingdom he has just inherited. He knows what he must do next-restore his empire by force, conquer new lands, and bring the realm to a new age of domination and wealth. But as he tightens his grip on the crown, he carries with him the weight of the blood he shed to wear it.
The prince believes, with unwavering certainty, that sometimes a king must do the unthinkable to restore power to its rightful ruler. He has crossed a line that cannot be undone, and now, the world will know the true face of the new monarch. His reign will be remembered, not for the peace he creates, but for the wars he will wage to bring the kingdom-and the world-under his rule. He is no longer just a prince. He is the king, and nothing will stand in his way.
Enjoy this carefully curated playlist to bring this story to life.
xoxo, dearvictorandvictoria
Sounds like a douchebag who's gonna make life miserable for everyone and find an early death. The artwork is awesome though.
👍N°790 🦅
So, I guess disagreeing with this get's my comment deleted. So much for "stifled growth".
Did the prince kill his father or imprison him? I have to know.
Thanks. With the help of this playlist, I overthrew my father from the throne(the best seat on the sofa)
😂💕
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Greetings from Russia. I saw this video by accident. And that's it, I'm gone. I listen when I want to free my head from thoughts - to be transported to those times when honor and courage were at the forefront. My soul is transported to where there is a struggle for the throne, for the future of the country, and the young prince takes this path. Many thanks to the author.
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"I don't wear silks or robes, I'm clad in armor forged in the fires of dominion and the scars from my enemies on my face.
I don't rule a kingdom inherited by birth right, I conquered a nation by sheer ambition and strength coursing through my blood. Two things I never inherited from the man who once stood where I stand.
In this castle, I am King. On the battlefront, I am King. To all who kneel before me, I am King. If I am not your king, you are my competition. And a king never surrenders."
Wow 👏🥰
Are you a writer? Because you definitely need to write a book.
@@Alexia24601 hehe I'm a writer, and I've written many books ☺️✨
Silk robes under and over my armor because I’m dripped out always
bars...
"Моя Империя, под властью моего отца была сильна и величественна. Наша армия шагала в дальние земли - бить наших врагов. Однако, под закат своей власти, мой отец заключил с ними мир. Мир с эими грязными варварами. Я не смирюсь. Мы могли забрать у них все, но потеряли еще больше. Этот позор на весь мой род необходимо смыть и показать варварам где их место.
Мой отец стал слаб и я - новая власть. Я - меч что изрубит наших врагов. Я - новый король. И с этой минуты вы, мои дорогие граждане должны забыть о том что было. Ибо мы более не прогнемся под врагами. Мы у них все заберем"
Succeeding you, father!!
Arthas, Wha-What are you doing my son?!
This KINGdom shALL fALL.
the energy, the experience that i had listening, the power of the music the 8:57 is such an art from the X century where i am facing a wonderful land beyond the horizont in a brown afternoon. So glad to hear that, thanks Dear Victor and Victoria
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The song was still echoing in the background, with celestial choirs chanting:
"You’ve dethroned your father, now you’re king! The throne is yours, oh great José-Luis the Magnanimous of the Third Floor!"
There I stood, holding the glorious Andúril in my hand, watching my father walk out of the building in his flannel robe and clutching an umbrella. I saw him disappear into the horizon of our street, mumbling something about "not even letting me finish my documentary." Power coursed through my veins like a river of fire, and though I was still wearing my dinosaur pajamas, I felt invincible.
"Mother!" I thundered from the balcony. "Let the stables be so clean they shine like the pyramids Father loved so much! The plastic horses in the garden shall be the symbol of our lineage!"
My mother, with a dishcloth tied around her head as an improvised crown, sighed and said, "Sure, son... but take out the trash first; it’s starting to stink."
It didn’t matter. This was my kingdom, and nothing could stop my ambition. My sister, who until that moment had been Googling “how to tame wild cats for war,” looked up at me and said, "Brother, the neighbor from the second floor has heard of your exploits. He’s fortified his door with Amazon boxes and swears he won’t submit without a fight."
"Do they think they can defy their new king? Prepare the stale bread and the overripe mandarins! Today, we shall strike with citrus and crumbs of glory!" I declared, raising Andúril to the ceiling, its light reflecting off the hallway's fluorescent bulb.
As a prince who just dethroned his father, I approve of this playlist. Now nothing will be the same. Long live the King!
Long Live The King 👑
the best! thanks for that :) hello from brazil
What I play before a job interview
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Amazing mix !
Thank you 💕🥹
great mix,keep the good work!
This is absolutely beautiful 👽👽👽👽✨🩶
*Sigmund Freud watching this video with pride*.
Why do you mean?
Bwahahahaaa!! Brilliant🤣🤣🤣
@@WailOfDoom He had a few theories about men subconsciously wanting to kill their fathers to take their place.
@@WailOfDoom Only cultured people will understand.
Никогда так эпично не срал на толчке спасибо теперь чувствую себя сверх человеком который будет строить свою империю из того что произвел пару секунд назад
из чего захочешь из того и построишь, всё зависит от тебя друг мой
Pov: You have just restored the Roman Empire.
Никогда так по королевский не спала😂❤ благодарю
Arthas, is that you?
Fatih Sultan Mehmet dethroned Roma Empire at the age of 21. At the age of 25, I could not dethrone my father.
Could we buy your illustration they are stunning!
спасибо ребята за контент. но хотелось бы и других плейлистов, можно что-то для воина или блуждающего странника?
I’d love to do this. I already feel like a villain
In my case is the opposite I dethroned my warlord dad king to bring finally peace to the kingdom
Alexander I of Russia, Russian emperor who overthrew his father, Pavel I (Paul I)
But like, when are we getting part 2 of this story? 🤔
Shoutout to dad
It would be cool if you made a playlist from the fathers perspective where he seeks revenge on his son for dethroning him
uhh great idea :) thanks!
@ no problem
Уже поздно, его отец уничтожен и свергнут
Where do you find these cool paintings for the background?
"when dad heated up the toilet seat"
post on spotify
Tywin Lannister vibe
I’m sorry it had to be this way
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armour bawckwards synthesis 24/18
enjoy your baptisims
whats the song name that starts at 5 till 10
Я получил власть, которая и не снилась моему отцу!
y la lista ?
this is the Gerardo Ortiz cover of angel o demonios huh, and the guitarist of lynard skynard huh
Я строю Империю! 😎🖤
Christ is King
Tell me father, am I a fool now? I was born in the pits that made these stones I lost my years building a temple to a lie. So I made lies my power and what is power but a lie we t.. oh Shi. I was wrong!
Shakespeare's 'Henry V'
why would I have overthrown my father?
qualquer jogador de CK3
Canute the Great theme
Fernando VII of Spain Core
My dad Will probable die in less a month.. This hits me
sad news :(
나아가려면 먼저 파괴해야 합니다.
why would you give your mix such a psychopathic name ?
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🎉😂 more
Мне досталась власть, которая и не снилась моему отцу
ajeco
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Terrible quality! 👎
No
Ну поздравляю
Что мне теперь называть тебя не лисёнок а ваше величество?