The Purple King

Once upon a time there was a purple king. This king liked nothing more in the world than purple - not indigo nor violet, not crimson nor deep magnolia, but dark mysterious malevolent purple. Such was the Purple King's love for purple that he decreed all in his kingdom should be purple. He sat upon a purple throne, wearing his purple crown, embellished with purple amethysts. He was attended by beautiful purple maids, and his castle was entirely decorated ina stylish purple decor. Everything was purple.

One day the Purple King decided he wanted to venture out into his purple kingdom, and so he summoned his purple knights into his purple throne room where he was seated on his purple throne dressed in all his royal purple finery. He said to the knights, "Men! I wish to survey my purple kingdom!"
And so they all donned their purple armour, mounted their purple horses and escorted the purple king through the purple castle, out the purple gates and across the purple drawbridge. They travelled down the purple road through the purple forest all the way to the purple town. The entourage meandered through the purple streets, the king admiring the purple houses inhabited by the purple people, going about their daily chores, when all of a sudden, amongst the daily bustle of the purple town the king spied something he absolutely could not abide.

A man.
Dressed.
In blue.

You have to understand this was a treasonous offence in the purple kingdom. The king cried to his purple knights and they seized the man, slinging him across the back of a purple horse and galloping back trough the purple town. They cantered up the purple road, back trough the purple forest, across the purple drawbridge and into the purple castle. They dragged the man down the purple stairs into the purple dungeon and down to the darkest, dankest, deepest purple cell.
The king opened the purple door of the purple cell and said to the man...


"Indigo"