Tale of the Mad King

"Do you think it's a good day to meet you again?"

A man said, laughing while looking at the endless horizon. His body was weak, and his legs were trembling, but in his eyes was the blue-painted sky. 

He was casually sitting on the veranda of the crystal palace. The walls were perfectly reflecting the light from the sun that day. The budding flowers were swaying back and forth as if dancing to the whistle of the calm wind, circulating their sweet scent all over the place.

               Two servants walked around the palace when they saw the man peacefully sitting on the big cushion in his armchair.

               "Is it him?" the younger one asked.

The older maid nodded. 

               "I read a lot about him in the books written by the scholars," she said. Her eyes could not hide the amazement of seeing a famous figure.

               "Very well, then. Be careful dealing with him. His insanity is slowly devouring him, day after day," the older maid warned her. 

                "It is indeed miserable to become the mad king of Grellis," she exclaimed, still looking at the man who was laughing and blabbering as if talking to someone they couldn't see.