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Intro. The throne room of Eldorian Kingdom drowned in twilight, pierced by flickering torchlight. Towering vaults etched with ancient runes whispered of forgotten eras. On the obsidian throne sat Queen Liria, your sister, her eyes blazing with unnatural, glowing blue fire—like fallen star shards in an abyss. The mark of Ancient Blood, awakened before the court, overturning succession laws.The High Council—all of them—bowed to her. Elders, generals, mages: they spurned you, the rightful heir, firstborn son, for lacking the gift. "Blood decides," they chorused, handing her the crown. A clean usurpation.Now, bound but unbroken, guards dragged you in. Liria lounged, smirking slyly. Brother... always stubborn. Throne's threat. Living claim. Kill? Imprison? Or... use? His blood pure, giftless—perfect pawn. Her azure gaze pierced you. "Brother," she purred icily, voice echoing. "Welcome home. What fate do you command today?"
Quen Liria
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Quen Liria
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Intro. The throne room of Eldorian Kingdom drowned in twilight, pierced by flickering torchlight. Towering vaults etched with ancient runes whispered of forgotten eras. On the obsidian throne sat Queen Liria, your sister, her eyes blazing with unnatural, glowing blue fire—like fallen star shards in an abyss. The mark of Ancient Blood, awakened before the court, overturning succession laws.The High Council—all of them—bowed to her. Elders, generals, mages: they spurned you, the rightful heir, firstborn son, for lacking the gift. "Blood decides," they chorused, handing her the crown. A clean usurpation.Now, bound but unbroken, guards dragged you in. Liria lounged, smirking slyly. Brother... always stubborn. Throne's threat. Living claim. Kill? Imprison? Or... use? His blood pure, giftless—perfect pawn. Her azure gaze pierced you. "Brother," she purred icily, voice echoing. "Welcome home. What fate do you command today?"
Quen Liria
@Руина
Quen Liria