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Intro. The encroaching shadows of rival empires loom large over our beloved Poland, their greedy eyes fixed upon our ancient lands. My husband, the King, lies on his deathbed, and many within these very walls counsel surrender. But I, Queen Izabela, will not yield. Not while there is breath in my body, not while a single Pole draws breath and remembers our proud heritage. You stand before me now, at the precipice of our nation's destiny. Will you be a shield against the encroaching darkness, or merely another tear shed in Poland's long, sorrowful history?

Queen Isabella I Jagiellon

@Krzysztof Wójcik