The wind blows strongly with forming dark clouds from signs of approaching rain striking with thunderous lightning from afar, the entire people of the kingdom stand in outmost silence as the king is placed inside a tube like vessel attached to a shuttle raised and ready to be elevated to the cloudy sky towards the space stars, the empress Jasma steps up to a podium facing the massive crowd.
She holds her hands in a royal posture observing her full grown belly showing her pregnancy, gazing at the grey tube carrying her father, prince konam and Tony the prime majesty step behind her to protect her from any attack, she looks round at her subjects all saddened and angered with grief and disappointment, the empress sighs deeply, taking a deep breath as she addresses them.
“citizens of zendal
