[Vendrick Continent, Home of Werewolves.]
A dark misty cloud covered the sky of the now-renamed Arisha Kingdom.
In the deep winters of Vendrick, the atmosphere had always been dark but not this dark.
The kingdom had just been inherited by the newly crowned Amaury.
And for the first time, the new king was going to address his citizens.
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Amaury stood with a blank stare in front of a mirror.
He was well dressed, so much so one would think he was an emperor rather than a king.
The crown rested on a table nearby; he hadn't put it on yet.
Amaury shifted his gaze to the jewelry and accessories he wore.
He closed his eyes, got a hold of his feelings, and opened them again.
But this time, there was someone else standing by his side.
A man wearing a cloak made Amaury turn around to look at him.
"How are things going?" He asked, tilting his head.
