👑• The golden ball of flaming sun was coming to a low set over the sharpest peak of the silver-glinting grey mountain in the background of the towering palace, the sky stretching from a soft baby blue to a gentle pinky-orange as it neared the suns scorching presence.

The crowd stood like simpletons, still and wielding torched flames to set to the stick-like metal lamps that stretched along the docks, the glistening sea water swishing and sloshing at the legs of the wooden planks the daughter walked upon.

A tall woman, blighted by silver plates of loyalty and guard stood with a torch of size in the mechanically built arm that the princess herself had crafted to her liking at the edge of the docks bank, her gaze firm and her skin being kissed by the natural glow of the sun and reflection of the waves.

Another woman stood next to her, wielding a golden bowl filled with tiny paper crumpled and a dark black rose perched atop it, the woman’s hair a brilliant shade of white with the faintest of golden-green in the tips, her eyes clouded by a dark presence of eyeshadow and her lips painted a deeper tone.

“Men and women, citizens of Zaun, it is with great sorrow, grief and respect that I must inform you, and redirect the information of King Silco’s late passing. Today, we balance ourselves almost the sea he was birthed in as such, to alight what he was in flames to cast his soul to the gods.” Her voice was scratchy, hoarse with the lack of average and daily speaking, her gaze unwavering and staring ahead without so much as a glance to the princesses face out of respect.