A pictograph of a king living in his castle (on the left) which overlooks his home village (on the right).
Every day after he wakes up the first thing the king sees through the huge window in his chambers is that damn village. He was born there. He was raised there. He really misses that place and wants to go back. But he can't. The hard logic dictates that doing such a thing would be extremely dangerous. The moment he peeks his nose outside of the castle gates he'll get assasinated. He knows it. So the only thing he can do is to look through the window, and sigh.