King Bloodguard was displeased with his Imperial clothes. Stiff, scratchy woolen suit underneath a bulky, uncomfortable heavy sable robe. He could recall a time when, as a young prince, he was allowed to go about with no clothes at all–and everyone pretended that his “garments” were the finest in the realm.
So one fine morning the king stepped out onto his balcony wearing not one stitch of clothing. Even though the men thought him a disgusting sight, they bowed down. But the women thought his garments heavenly and murmured, “His robe is so beautiful–and so very, very long!”