The throne itself was a large golden chair, inlaid with even more gold.
But that does not matter. For it was not the physical throne they were vying for. All three men came from wealthy families, and could easily commission 20 such chairs.
No, it was the figurative throne they envisioned to place themselves upon. A seat of power, ripe for the taking. Still warm from the old man's buttocks.
The people of Fancyland gathered behind the king they themselves felt would bring prosperity to the land. Or a semblance of it maybe. Not even bring. There was already prosperity. The king who would preserve it, just a little. The king that wouldn't bleed the coffers dry. And it seems the people had very different ideas of who that king was.
It didn't matter. This isn't about the people. (Although it is really.) It's about the foolish men who declared themselves king.
At precisely noon on the same day, the three kings each crowned themselves ruler of Fancyland. They each sat themselves down on identical golden thrones, and at precisely midnight, they each banished the other two kings from Fancyland.
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The 3 kings
Aventura3 men that hate each other all declare themselves king and then banish each other from the land, and then all of them are banished and sent to live somewhere else. In their absence, a mutual enemy seizes the throne, and the 3 men team up to take it...
