King or Sacrifice

Perhaps my current garrapata plague is a good (albeit somewhat shameful) starting point by which to introduce myself. But I have decided it is a typical representation of the changes that I have been forced to endure since I was exiled to this remote kingdom at the base of a volcano. I have not yet been sacrificed into its fiery bowels (see photo), so I figure the natives are either a) not that primitive a species, or b) revere me as their god and thus would rather I be the honoree of such a ritual as opposed to the victim. Obviously, I choose to believe the latter, though being a God-fearing creature, I assure them that I have been deigned by God to be their majesty, but I am by no means their god. Understandably my long golden ears, furry undercoat and short stature have given rise to confusion. But they are simple creatures, and, as their king, I must be patient. However, my patience is running thin if they do not remedy my current dilemma fairly soon.