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━━ 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀, nestled between flowery verdant hills, high mountains and sparkling clean rivers.
Now the sunless sky was painfully dark with gray overcast; clouds accommodating with a gloomy atmosphere that erupted in the evening sky teasing the night hours to come. Clouds gathered ominously, casting a perpetual shadow over the land.
The weather mirrored the kingdom's emotional state.
Rain fell steadily, creating a mournful patter that seemed to underscore the collective grief of the people. The once-energetic winds had calmed to a heavy, listless breeze that added to the sense of despondency.
Even the gardens, renowned for their beauty and life, appeared to wilt and droop, their vibrant colors fading under the weight of the kingdom's sorrow. The rivers, which once sparkled with crystal clarity, ran sluggishly, reflecting the subdued sky.
The normally vibrant and thriving kingdom transformed into a somber reflection of the royal family's distress.
The once lush and bustling city, known for its flourishing gardens and lively markets, became subdued.
The streets, usually filled with the chatter of townspeople and the vibrant colors of their attire, were now draped in muted tones.
Darker fabrics and somber decorations replaced the usual bright banners and festive decorations.
The sky was painfully dark and motionless. Except for the faint light from the moon, everything seems lifeless. The atmosphere was heavy with an unspoken grief, as the people of Eldoria expressed their concern through solemn prayers and quiet acts of solidarity.
The castle itself seemed to echo the kingdom's sadness, with its grand halls and courtyards muted by the pervasive gloom.
The townspeople closed their doors for the evening, some appearing sad and worried as they gazed up into a giant gorgeous castle that rested on a cliff above the town.
A faint light could be seen from one of the upper windows, the room known for those who fell ill in the royal palace.
The window being ajar, as faint coughs could be heard. Quiet panic voices from the medical scepters that surrounded a woman that looked pale and frail. The queen coughed loudly and uncontrollably, the staff around moved quickly.
In and out the room they went.
Queen Aveline was revered not only for her wisdom but for her benevolence. Yet, her reign was shadowed by a grave sickness that had struck her while she was with child.
