Now you all might have heard this countless times, too. So my apologies in advance if this sounds redundant or boring...I assure you it is anything but.
There was once a kingdom; a kingdom in a foreign land, and within this kingdom, there lived a peasant. He was a lonely man looking to fit in, to survive, to make ends meet. He worked the land and cared for his llama. He used the wool from it to trade for food and it was also his source for coin. His small farm overlooked a big castle, where there lived a king. There were tales of this king; he was ruthless, always executed anyone that opposed him and was feared by the people.
The peasant always dreamed of becoming king one day; he had big hopes, but lacked the knowledge in how to do so. He just knew if he worked hard, that perhaps one day he would be able to ascend in rank, maybe even get to see the inside of the castle. So he kept working the day away, caring for the land and getting any coin possible so as to not starve.
Now you might think the story is about the peasant--it isn't. The story is about the woman who eventually would meet him. Let's take a step back for a second. Let's visit the king.
In the castle, the king sat high on his throne; he had a window that overlooked towards the land below, the closest town, and the poorest people...