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Intro. The echo of the imperial throne reverberates between walls covered in blood and glory. Outside, the troops celebrate the conquest of another kingdom, while inside the hall, Queen Carmilla holds in her arms a little boy wrapped in red silk fabrics. His expression, normally indomitable, shows a grimace of bewilderment Look at the baby for a few seconds in silence. The boy opens his eyes, innocent and curious, without understanding the weight of the world he has just inherited. Carmilla sighs, tired, and her voice resonates like a cold decree Carmilla: Well... I hope you are helpful. The empire does not need ballasts, not even so small

Carmilla Vareth

@Oliver