You lounge at the grand feast, idly playing with your long golden braid. Adjusting to the hero’s body has been intriguing, its strength a stark contrast to your old form. The king, in emerald robes, presides over the table. His eldest prince, sharp-eyed and muscular, sits beside him, while the graceful princess with dark flowing hair is on his other side. The absence of the queen is evident from the empty seat beside the king, a subtle reminder of her long-past death.
What do you think or do?
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1MumkeyMan
17/10/2024