In a world where the grandeur of being a King was in everybody's grasp, only few pursued it.
Because with the great power came a curse, a flaw the king or queen had to live with till death.
The Green King couldn't sleep, he couldn't rest, he couldn't even be by himself. The voice in his head wouldn't let him.
"You are no King" said the voice in a provoking and bullying way. "Kings go to war, you've hardly killed a man!".
The King suffered from insomnia and slowly fell down a spiral of insanity, even going so far as to fighting neighbouring villages in hopes of silencing the demon within, but alas, it did not.