The path chosen for me

 A prince I'm or at least what I used to be my name is Tut and my people hate me. My followers feel seduced by me and it feels like I'm being swallowed by a pit of envy. I ask why fear my whips and chains? They say "Young prince there is no cure when your raised to be a king." "Throw them to the lions." My guards usually say; I give them gold to let innocent men go free. Is this what I represent for generations to come? Enslaving my people killing them off one by one. Peace is fake, freedom is an ideal, but enslaving my own kind is the destiny I have to fulfill.