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Added 2020-05-27 01:05:27 +0000 UTCOn a cloudy, dreary day, the market square was still buzzing. To many commoners, whoever sat on the throne hardly mattered. What mattered was if their own lives were directly affected. Although now it was a demon that called himself their king, life still demanded attention and working class people had none to spare for a king that had not yet harmed them.
While everyone concerned themselves with their business, a maiden dressed from head to toe in simple white kirtle walked, holding a basket filled with bread. Everyone turned to look at her. Three carriages followed the maiden as she walked on.
After a while, she came to stop before an old man, sitting in the dirt and begging. The crowd suddenly fell silent, wondering what it is she would do. Elegantly, she kneeled before the man, and handed him the basket of bread and paid the necessary respects to an elder.
Everyone was shocked. Nobody talked to the beggars or orphans or crippled. They simply concerned themselves with their own matters. But this maiden silently began to set up tables at the entry of the slums, and called for those in need to come and receive food. For three days and three nights, the humble maiden handed food to the poor and the needy. Indiscriminately, she smiled and shook their hands and gave them words of encouragement.
“Our Merciful King, descended from the sky with a shower of glass and red fog, has heard the pleas of his vulnerable people. His heart hurts to see his people in such pain, and so he has sent me to help you. Receive this food and look up to a new day, for the king loves his people dearly.”
From that day on, the common people were enamored. A maiden dressed in white, modestly and kindly spreading food to the needy. They gave their thanks to their new king and looked upon him favorably. And for his modest messenger, dressed in white, they called her the “Lily Maiden of Fortane.”
