Beauty, perfection, shimmering, shinning or luscious: anything described with such words are collected by my father, the king. He is a greedy and selfish king. The man takes anything pleasing to the eyes from the people and locks them away in the castle where only he can see them. His castle, I shame the words, our castle, my castle. The castle that I should inherit from the cold man. The castle that shall be mine when he is too insane to utter a completely relevant sentence.  After his own features melt away and his eyes fail to see the beauty he keeps locked away. The day when his heart no longer plagues this kingdom.  I cannot wait for the day.  But, I am not ready for said date, so I will bide my time. Until then I shall study. I will learn to be a better king than my father.