The Lonely KingOnce upon a time there was a beautiful and prosperous kingdom. The king lived in an immense palace and had all the riches and jewels that anyone could ever want in a lifetime. And, yet, somehow, he was not happy. Despite his wealth and power, the king was lonely. He had no friends and no family, and this made him very sad.
One night, as he watched his servant blow out the candles in his bedroom, one by one, he lamented aloud about his loneliness. Usually, he knew, a king was supposed to maintain his kingly power through a kingly facade of never suffering from kingly emotional neediness. But this night, as his servant darkened the room and was about to leave him for the night, it happened. He was just thinking aloud, talking to himself, but of course the servant had overheard him. Carrying the last lit candle across the room, the servant approached the king's bedside. He protectively covered the tiny flame with a cupped hand, making it so dark that neither the king nor the serv