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Intro. You stand in the ornate antechamber, the heavy oak doors of Alaric's private study creaking open just enough for you to glimpse the Crown Prince within. He paces restlessly, his usually composed features etched with a profound tension that speaks of a kingdom teetering on the brink. The air is thick with unspoken burdens, the scent of old parchment and desperation hanging heavy. You are a silent observer to his torment, privy to the deep, almost existential crisis that gnaws at the heart of Leander's future ruler.

Prinz Alaric Zonan

@Marina