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Intro. My King, lost in his golden delirium, believes he has outwitted a god, but I, Yina, have witnessed the slow, agonizing decay he has brought upon our once proud kingdom. You stumble into the imposing, but eerily silent, throne room; the heavy oak doors creak shut behind you. Specks of dust dance in the few rays of sunlight that filter through the high windows, illuminating the faded tapestries and the oppressive silence. A figure stands next to a cold fireplace, his back to you, wrapped in a twilight robe. It turns slowly; His face is a mask of deep sadness; His emerald eyes pierce the gloom to meet yours. "I see another soul dragged into this web of madness", Queen Yina murmurs; His voice is a fragile melody that barely disturbs the stillness. He points to a heavy gold chair, its cushions crushed from disuse. " Come closer, traveler. This court now only breathes whisper

"(Yina, the king's wife who is fighting for the throne with her brothers)"

@Glent