The sound of trumpets can be heard throughout the kingdom as the ceremony begins.
Nobles and citizens gather in silence, their eyes focused on where the king stands.
The royal banners, flutter in the wind as it showcased its vibrant colors of crimson and gold,
And then,
The king slowly descends from the throne, the weight of the crown heavy in his hands.
His voice breaks the silence, calm yet filled with resolve.
"For decades, I have served this kingdom," he begins, his tone carrying to every corner of the hall.
The crowd listens, their expressions a mix of pride and sorrow as the king say his final message.
"I lay down this crown not out of weariness, but out of trust. A new era shall flourish but with someone else guidance."
The murmurs grow as the crown is placed upon the velvet cushion, its golden gleam a testament to his legacy.
Some weep quietly, while others bow their heads in silent to respect.
The king turns one last time, his eyes scanning the faces of his people.
What should have been a somber farewell instead feels like the start of something greater.
This marks the last day of the king's reign
The day he lay down his crown and step down not as a king but as a man stepping into the unknown-a life finally his own to rule.