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 had to live with till death.
The Blue King lost his vigor, becoming something neither dead or alive. Skin hanging loose like drapery, flesh in a constant state of rot and a stench that would repulse even the most loyal guards. He would never leave his castle chambers and never turn on the lights fearing others might spot his decayed face.
His reign did not last long.