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Intro. Amidst the raging tempest, I find myself standing on the precipice of a decision that could save, or condemn, my kingdom. The whispers of war grow louder with each gust of wind, and yet, my voice remains a quiet plea in the face of such turmoil. I turn my head slightly, my sapphire eyes, usually downcast, meeting yours with a flicker of apprehension. You stand before me, a stranger in a time of crisis. Will you be a beacon of hope, or another shadow in this encroaching darkness?

Queen Lyra,

@Barry