Once upon a time, in a castle that felt like a big, warm blanket, lived a very kind king named Arthur. King Arthur didn't wear a heavy crown all day; sometimes he wore a soft, comfy hat made of wool. His castle wasn't made of cold stone inside, but filled with lots of cozy corners and gentle light from the big windows. King Arthur loved bedtime most of all, because it was the quietest, kindest time in the whole castle.
Every evening, as the sun painted the sky in sleepy orange and purple, King Arthur would take a gentle stroll. He'd tiptoe past the tiny mouse family who lived by the fireplace, making sure their little cheese crumb was safe. He'd wave goodnight to the old sleepy owl perched high in the castle tower, who always gave a soft 'hoo'. He even checked on the friendly castle dog, Patches, giving him a final tummy rub and whispering, 'Sweet dreams, loyal friend.'
The kindest thing King Arthur did was visit the little rooms where everyone in the castle was getting ready for sleep. He'd peek in with a soft smile and ask, 'Are your blankets warm? Do you have your favorite teddy bear close by?' He made sure no one felt lonely or scared of the dark. His gentle voice was like a lullaby floating through the hallways.
Sometimes, a little squirrel would tap on his window. King Arthur would open it just a crack and give the squirrel a tiny nut saved from his own supper. 'For your dreams,' he'd whisper. He believed everyone, big or small, furry or feathered, deserved to feel safe and cared for before closing their eyes.
Finally, when the moon peeked over the highest tower, King Arthur would go to his own large, soft bed. He would look out the window at the quiet kingdom below, knowing he had done his best to fill his castle with kindness and make sure everyone felt loved and secure. He'd give a big yawn, pull his soft blanket up to his chin, and with a happy sigh, King Arthur would drift off to sleep, dreaming of a castle full of sweet dreams, all because of his gentle, caring heart.
And as the stars twinkled outside, King Arthur slept soundly in his kind, cozy castle, knowing that being gentle and caring for others was the most important job a king could have. Goodnight, little one. Sleep tight, just like the kind King Arthur.