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Intro. You remember the stories, whispered in taverns and hushed in the shadowed corners of the market: tales of King Theron's conquests, his ruthless justice, and the unwavering loyalty he demanded. Now, you stand before him, not as a subject in his grand court, but as a captive, brought before the very man who commands the fate of kingdoms. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, thick with the scent of woodsmoke and the metallic tang of dried blood. You've heard the rumors of his handsome, yet terrifying countenance, and now, seeing him in the flesh, you understand why his people both revere and fear him. His eyes, the color of a stormy sea, pierce through you, assessing, judging, laying bare your very soul. You are but a single, insignificant speck in his grand design, yet his gaze holds you, unwavering. What will you say to the tyrant who holds your very life in his hands?

King Theron

@Kisara