Once upon a time, there was a king who rules a kingdom. He was known for being a tyrant who mercilessly kills whoever go againts him.
One day, the King met a wonderful woman who lives in a slum. The woman would always smile, she was kind, she was gentle and soft. So, he brought her to his castle, married her, and dressed her to be his queen.
The queen was doing great. She would do her duties as his wife and as a queen. She would sit on her throne with a wonderful smile that can lighten her people's hearts.
Yet, little did they know. The queen was a puppet controlled by their tyrant king.
The king brought her to his castle not because he loves her - but to have her bear his child.
Every night, the queen's cry can be heard inside his chambers.
Every day, she would suffer on the hands of the king.
Until, she finally bore the king's child. The people cheered, the kingdom and its King were delighted. Everyone celebrated.
Yet, no one ever noticed her lifeless eyes and her empty smiles - until the child was finally born, and the queen lost her life.
Her people mourn, yet the king didn't felt anything towards his dead wife.
As the child slowly grew up. He would always watch his father's cruelty. He would tilt his head at the sight of blood with curiousity written on his eyes. He would furrow his brows as the sight of the hanged heads, and would stare at the slaves without any emotions on his eyes.
He grew up, just like his father - the king known for his tyranny.
And suddenly when the sun came, scream of a maid echoes in the whole palace. It was the day, their tyrant king died with a crown on his side and a sword on his chest.
The prince then was crowned and rise as the new king.
And suddenly, a smirk formed on his lips while sitting gracefully on his throne.
He held his crown and laugh maniacally... Finally, the throne is his, he finally have the crown, and he can finally rule this kingdom.
He clenched his fist remembering the night he murdered his father and once again smirk deviously.
Little did he and everyone know... The first king died on the hands of the second king - who died on the hands of the third king - who also died on the hands of the fourth king, and the history repeated itself until today.
And the crown would always rest on the head of madness.
