Many years ago, there lived a great and noble King. He was wise, strong, fair, and all his subjects were happy to be thus. He was: KING LEOPOLD, protector of Nevareaux, leader of her armies, greatest King to ever sit upon the throne!
His court was a citadel of good government, equitable and just rulings dispensed with alacrity and aplomb. Yet, though a King be the supreme mind and the corporality embodied, truly it is the validation of these traits that he seek to enlarge his eminence further: thus we laud our young but fiercely intellectual sovereign who when encountering a conundrum does not simply bash it all into tiny pieces but instead seeks its considered and staid solution: we of course defer to his kingly wisdom when he does bash conundrums into tiny bits, for he above all is knowledgeable of the appropriate times to do so.
However, here, the beginning of our telling of the legendary exploits of this titan of cognition and logic, here is but a sterling example: when first our King realized that his intellect may touch the clouds but not the stars and thus sought to ride to the heavens.
LONG LIVE NEVAREAUX! LONG LIVE LEOPOLD!