People have become accustomed to calling me by it and in turn I’ve grown used to answering to it—if you must know, it is an appellation that isn’t entirely accurate at this time. I am not sovereign, as it were; no land calls me its master. If I were to define my place in court I would likely refer to myself as ‘disenfranchised nobility’. Take that as you will.
I apologise for how long it has taken for me to attend to my messages. I have been avoiding this place in an attempt to wait out my doppelgänger, and it would seem I have finally waited long enough.
Astute observations, though mostly ones I’d already made myself from what I’ve seen of his page.
The inaccuracies in particular are slightly amusing to me - however, I remain wary. I know of at least one other on this website who is having a similar problem with an apparent doppelgänger, and one can never be too careful. Even with so-called ‘fans’.
It’s a rather strange way to be a fan of someone, if such is the case. But perhaps you are right.
Hello. This is such a popular question for some reason - I am fine, I suppose. I have been doing a little reading. However, in the last hour or so I have begun to have reason to believe there might be someone lurking about in the back garden; I can’t quite bring myself to check at the moment.
Have I? And I was hardly trying to - imagine if I had been.
You’re not irritating me at the moment. I reserve the right to change that judgement if you start… prying, however. As public an avenue as this is, I must be careful in what I reveal. You understand, of course.
You’re welcome.
Tumblr? I find it… interesting, as well as slightly unsettling - the act of ‘following’ especially, and the fact that here there is also some sort of impostor pretending to be me. But it is fascinating, I will admit.