The King's Weep I

For when the kingdom had known they lost their king to evil, and the snow fell as silently as ever, not phased.

'N-am putut alerga sau mers pe jos, el a luat de mână și ma iubit,' is what he whispered to the fateful child where he wept. The child did no understanding, but the king pushed him away slightly, and told him to run. Therefore, the miserable king fell limp onto his black silk bed, with the snow falling down lightly upon his hair from the window, looking like the angel he was.