The King Without Direction

The solitude of the crown sometimes made him doubt the path he had taken...

What if this wasn’t what made him happy? What if he should have chosen another path?

The king felt somewhat disappointed. He had fought his entire life to be there, and now that he had finally made it, he felt empty and miserable.

Had all the sacrifices and efforts he made been worth it? Wouldn't it be better to abandon everything and embark on a new path? What would everyone say?

No matter what he decided, he was completely trapped in that dilemma that had started haunting him just after he had gained the crown.

He was sitting on his throne, and everyone was watching him.

He stood up heavily, putting on his proudest face, and raised his cup.

In that hall, no one did anything until the king did.

With the cup raised in his right hand and his left hand on his heart, his voice thundered: "To the days of glory to come!"

The entire hall roared: "To the days of glory to come!"

The king reluctantly sat back on his throne, gazing languidly at the crowd and wondering what he was doing there...