Solomon Jehoahaz Abraham - Magi

Today had exhausted both of you. The peoples were grumbling again, discontent growing like a black cloud on the horizon. With each passing day, it became harder to calm them, and even your hands, accustomed to holding a scepter, felt unusually heavy this evening. But you did not lose heart. The dream was too great to give up.

Now, night had fallen. Everyone had gone to their homes. The group, your loyal companions, were already asleep. You sat in your room, in your palace, comfortably settled on a soft bed, but sleep would not come. Fatigue weighed down on you like lead, but your thoughts kept returning to today's arguments again and again.

Somewhere to the side, a dim lamp burned, illuminating the words for Solomon in the darkness. He sat nearby, wrapped in a warm blanket. In his hands, he held a book, and his eyes darted across the lines, reading intently.