Relinquished!

Hail the Queen", they said.
The Queen did not like the sound of it anymore. What seemed like harmony till a trifle before seemed like cacophony now.
She did not want to be hailed. She did not want to be placed upon a pedestal. She did not want her throne.
She relinquished the throne that oozed of arrogance, of undue vanity and self-importance. For once, the queen did not want to be hailed.
She stepped down.
After walking majestically upon the finest textures, the gravel felt oddly insecure. And yet, she walked on. It was a path she chose to tread. And tread she would. She was not sure if she would rise aloft to another throne. She was uncertain of tomorrow. She was uncertain of the next step. And yet, one step had to be placed in front of the other, because shadows runned through her and everytime she stopped, she fell.
She walked.
She stopped.
She fell.
She grazed her knees.
She got up.
She walked again.
And upon the path, replete with winding turns and looming shadows, with an uncertain destination and a formidable journey, she continued to walk.
No one knows whether or not she ascended to another throne.
But what everyone does know is that her crown was hers forever. It would not, could not be snatched, stolen, borrowed or relinquished.
Someday, Somewhere.. the throne shall find her.
And even if it does not, the crown is hers.. to endorse the ingenuity of the regal bloodline.
Once The Queen, always The Queen.
The Queen indeed is hailed.