Lakshman's Daughter

The Coronation Plans

The next day dawned upon Ayodhya, and the royal palace buzzed with an unusual energy. The family had gathered in the grand dining hall for a morning meal that held more significance than any other. The air was filled with a mixture of anticipation, curiosity, and a touch of anxiety. The palace guards stood at attention, aware that they were witnessing a moment that would echo through the annals of history.

The dining hall itself was a sight to behold. Massive wooden beams crisscrossed the high ceiling, supporting intricately carved panels. The walls were adorned with tapestries, richly woven with golden threads, each portraying a different facet of the kingdom's culture and history.

The long, polished dining table was adorned with gleaming silverware and crystal goblets. Platters of fruits, nuts, aromatic curries, freshly brewed porridge were laid out for all to enjoy. The aroma of spiced curry and freshly brewed herbal concoction wafted through the hall.

Seated at the head of the table was King Ram, a figure of grace and wisdom. His countenance bore the weight of years of rule and the wisdom that came with it.
On his right was his beloved daughter Somada, whose grace and beauty remained untouched by time. Her long, flowing locks framed her gentle face, and her eyes sparkled with a warmth.

To Ram's left was Lakshman, his loyal brother and unwavering companion, a true embodiment of valor.

Urmila, elegant and poised, sat next to Lakshman, her eyes reflecting a profound sense of understanding. Her presence brought a certain warmth to the gathering, a testament to her gentle nature. Bharat and Shathrugan sat with Mandhavi and Shruthakirthi.

Angad, the mighty warrior and embodiment of duty, occupied a prominent place at the table. His muscular frame hinted at the warrior he was becoming, and his eyes held a fierce determination to uphold his family's legacy. He had always been the silent strength behind the family, and today was no different. Next to him was his twin Chandra, the handsome and charming prince with and knowledge and wisdom that exceeded his age.

Kusha and Lava, the two sons of Ram, sat side by side next to Somada, their expressions a mix of curiosity and excitement. Their youthful exuberance added a sense of freshness to the gathering. The servants moved around, ensuring that the royal family's every need was met.

The atmosphere was charged with a sense of anticipation as the meal progressed. It was then that King Ram rose from his seat, and the hall fell silent. He cleared his throat, his voice carrying the weight of authority and experience.

"My dear family," he began, his eyes scanning the familiar faces before him, "I have gathered you all here today to share an important decision that has weighed on my heart for some time now."

The expressions around the table shifted from curiosity to a deep attentiveness. Every eye was fixed on King Ram.

"As some of you may know, I have ruled Ayodhya with all my heart and soul for many years. But now, I believe it is time for a change. I have decided," he continued, "that it is time for me to step down from the position of king of Ayodhya."

A collective gasp rippled through the room. It was a moment of profound shock. Ram had been the ruler of Ayodhya for countless years, a steadfast beacon of leadership.

Ram raised his hand to calm the stir of emotions. "Please, let me explain. Ayodhya has known peace and prosperity under my rule, and now it is time to entrust its future to a new generation. I will be crowning my sons, Kusha and Lava, as the kings of Ayodhya, and the kingdom will be divided into two states."

Lakshman, who had remained resolute beside his brother through every trial and triumph, spoke next. "If my brother is no longer the king," he declared, "then I, too, shall no longer serve as the commander of the army."