Once upon a time in a land called the Southern Isles, there was a king. His name was Draco Potter Westergard The Fourth. He was a good king who never did anything wrong. His loyal subjects who would do anything for him anything at all considered him fair, intelligent, cruel, gassy, and old; all wonderful traits for a monarch. He was sixty three years old, but he looked like he was sixty seven. In actuality he was seventy years old, which was considered very old.
In his eighty years of living he impregnated his wife 4 times, and she gave birth to 13 beautiful sons. Yes, that is three sets of quadruplets, and then Hans, the troubled one. Twenty three years after Hans was born, all of his brothers were grown as well and became very successful men. King Draco, who was now fifty three years old, had grown a beard. The beard did not suit him well, and as such many people called it haggard. This offended the beard, which in turn offended the king. Not one to take offenses lightly, King Draco declared war on himself, and sent his armies to conquer his own capital city. King Draco, ruler of the city, upon seeing the incredible forces of King Draco, knew that he couldn't win, and had the white flag strung up to signal his surrender.
Upon seeing this, King Draco proceeded through the gates, sat on the throne, flung himself off the throne and then sat on it again. The old king was gone and a new king now ruled in his place: King Draco Potter Westergard The Fourth, new king of the Southern Isles. Draco, now the ruler, declared that the old king should be hung for his crimes against the country and on the fifth day of the fifth month of an arbitrary year, he tried to hang himself, but ultimately failed.
Months later, when it was time for him to travel to Arendelle to witness the coronation of Elsa, the new Queen, he was still hospitalized and in a sad state for a man who was only thirty five years old. So instead, he sent his son Hans, who he knew would do him and the country proud.
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