The Fairy King

I was sitting on my throne, laughing at my jesters antics. My son Nebulous busted in, riding on a magical cloud. “What now,” I demanded. “I need more gold,” he snapped. “What for?” I asked. “Because I spent it all,” he said. “You’re a spoiled brat. You must learn to be selfless if you are to rule,” I said. “Why? When I’m king I’ll do whatever I want,” he said. “You’re grounded until you learn. Guards, escort him to his room,” I said. Before he was caught, he disappeared into the clouds. The jester laughed because he poisoned my drink.