The great farewell of the Mirage King

By Romanov Heiress

In the depths of a kingdom immersed in ravings and mirages of grandeur, the king, a seventy-year-old monarch and protagonist of extravagant fantasies, was planning his farewell. Convinced that he was the undisputed pillar of the kingdom, he decided that his departure would be no less than a monumental celebration, a final farewell that would echo through the ages.

With the end of his reign approaching like a shadow at sunset, the king ordered to use the last money from the castle coffers and the government fund to finance an unprecedented farewell tour."It will be a tour that will cross every corner of my kingdom, and at every stop, red carpets will unfurl beneath my feet," he declared with a smile that knew no humility.

In every city, villagers and nobles would be summoned - or rather, paid handsomely - to form crowds to applaud him. The echo of their applause, orchestrated but fervent, would fill the air like a sweet melody to his ears, a melody that denied the reality of a kingdom fractured by his rule.