*Kryzen*
I slumped into the ornate throne, the weight of a crown far heavier than any helm I'd ever donned. As king of Embervale, every sunrise brought a new round of decisions and questions that had me pining for the simplicity of swordplay and stratagems. The small, peace-loving communities under my charge practiced their unique magics with an ease I envied. For me, each day was a battle against exhaustion.
"Your Majesty?" A voice cut through my heavy thoughts. I raised my eyes to meet those of King Rhys, a seasoned ruler whose presence in my court was both an honor and a stark reminder of my rawness to this role. I had spent my youth growing up under his rule, learning from him, and admiring him.
"King Rhys," I greeted him, rising to my feet. “It’s so good to see you, Your Majesty.”
“And you, Kryzen, or should I say Alpha Kryzen? It is good to see you, son.”
