The day dawned gray and heavy over the kingdom as the people gathered in the great courtyard for the funeral of King Arion. His passing marked the end of an era, leaving behind the three daughters who now ruled the land.
Each had taken on the mantle of leadership after their father's retirement, their reigns guided by the wisdom he had imparted during their final meeting. But now, with his death, a solemn silence hung in the air as the kingdom mourned the passing of the last king.
Florana, stood stoic at the front, her long, ember-red gown billowing slightly in the soft breeze. Beside her was Irisa, her deep blue robes contrasting the rippling of the nearby lake where a reflection of the ceremony unfolded. And finally, Hestia, stood grounded and silent in her green attire, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the grooves of the earth beneath her feet.
