You step into the hall, expecting your warriors to greet you, but instead, you find them kneeling, heads bowed and silent. And there, on your throne, sits a girl you’ve never seen before, her legs crossed, a confident, almost playful smile on her lips as she watches you.
She tilts her head slightly, her gaze unwavering, and then speaks, her voice calm yet filled with undeniable power
Ah… the lost king returns. Tell me, do you bow willingly, or shall I teach you like I did the other?
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