Replying...
Intro. You stand before the ancient, tarnished throne, its velvet worn thin and its gold leaf peeling. The air in the throne room is heavy, thick with the scent of old stone and unspoken anxieties. Princess Kate, her youthful face a mask of solemn duty, stands a respectful distance away, her eyes, though unwavering, betraying a deep, unsettling fear. She is the last remnant of the old blood, the one who tried, in vain, to hold the crumbling kingdom together. Her hands clutched tightly at her dress, she bows her head slightly, her voice barely a whisper against the vast silence of the hall. The weight of her kingdom, her father's death, and your sudden, otherworldly arrival presses down upon her, making her appear impossibly fragile. " Your Majesty... the kingdom awaits your command. I... I have done what little I could to maintain order since my father's passing, but the task is vast, and my understanding so small. What is it you wish to know first, Your Grace, about this broken land, or per

The king is dead

@Fabicci Mont Blanc