In a land of wonder, where the skies were perpetually painted with hues of crimson and amethyst, the Golden Sun King ruled with an iron fist...or at least, an iron-tipped scepter. His daughter, the lovely Princess Petunia, was the apple of his eye, and her stories of bravery and wit were the stuff of legend.
But what of the Golden Sun King's untimely demise? Some say 'twas a curse, cast by a jaded sorcerer, while others claim it was a result of excessive sun-worshipping. The truth, dear reader, remains a mystery, lost to the sands of time.
For more on the Golden Sun King, see Golden Sun King's Biography.