It was early morning, the gentle and warm beams of golden sun peeking through the white curtains and into the spacey expanse of room that was the King's quarters. Silently creeping, the light found its way to the King's bed, illuminating the crisp, pure snow white sheets; which were slightly ruffled, showing its inhabitant had already awoken and left.
The King had been awake for hours now, standing out in the open air that ruffled his silver-white hair, leaning against the balcony's metal bars and gazing down upon the town, a small piece of an ever expanding kingdom, stretched out before him; beyond what he could see. Morning dew had spread across the lush fields of green over night, making it shine as if dotted with fine crystals when hit by the sun's beams. People were wakening now, bustling about as the King was watching them, all from his perch.
Children giggled sweetly, rushing about the town with untainted innocence and joy; grown people went about their morning routines, most ca