The shining sun slanted on the kings palace forming a line terminator through the castle.

The king-Gazing from the balcony of his room felt conflicted by its beauty, feelings not of threat But misplacement.

“why?” Obsessed and tormented by the empty answers he always retreated to for comfort “wealth” “fame” “beauty” mentally replaying every pleasure they could bring a king…

all day he thought

but still he felt nothing-found nothing

Until..

“N-nothing!”

”Bang”

“Nothing at all!”

“Bang, Bang!” slamming his fist on the throne commanded the attention of the nobles simultaneously

Scattered the servants from the throne room retreating like roaches into the shadows.

The brief pause as the a king stands

“Im stepping down as king to enjoy my life, with my comrades who live.

seeing their sons take their mantle inspired me to pass the torch to the next generation! Love live the kingdom.