"Everything the light touches is yours." The crown resting on your head, you make your way to the balcony to survey your lands.

As you open the door, somethings looks wrong. You run to the balcony railing. You can't believe what they've done.

EVERYTHING, as far as the eye can see, is covered in blankets. Everything the light touches is blankets. Behind you, you hear you adviser laughing so hard they've fallen over.