A kingdom or Love?

Yes, yes, I know. You don't need to remind me. I know I've commited a crime...I didn't blog yesterday. But...I couldn't stop reading. "Duyên Kỳ Ngộ" was such amazing tale that I couldn't pull myself out of it. I was drunk in its beauty, its anguish, its sadness, its sorrow...and its bittersweet love. I even shooed away my family. I glared at anyone who dared to approach me. No wonder a critic once said chinese literature is a powerful drug that could make you forget one's self. I believe I've lost it already. I can't do anything. I can't think of anything but its world. When it was sweet, it took my heart. When it was bitter, I lost my soul. *sigh* I'm afraid I'm an empty shell now. There is only one remedy to this illness, which is to complete these two books fast, real fast. Hopefully then, I could swim ashore, swim away from its clinging vines.
Would you choose to have a kingdom, to live as the most powerful man in a prosperous country of gigantic size, with everyone on their knees before you? Or to live as a free man without duty of a huge kingdom on your shoulders, without power or status, but with the love of your life, the other half of your soul?
Poor the prince (he's now the king). He had a chance. He met her first. Yet he let her go in pursue of the throne. He chose the life of a king, one with a lonely road ahead. He chose to marry a daughter of a highly-respected family to gather political supports. But on the night of his wedding day, after...well, performing husband duty, he sneaked away to meet his love, and gave her his heart before she went away. Sad, isn't it? Bitter, isn't it? As for beautiful or sweet? I don't know.