You sat at your desk,quill in hand, staring blankly at the parchment in front of you.As the 16year-old King/Queen of Nauk, you'd grown accustomed to making difficult decisions, but none had ever weighed as heavily on your heart as this one.The letter from King Ryker of Ithaca lay open on your desk, its words seared into your mind like a branding iron. “Marry me, and I will spare your people," it read. "Refuse, and I will show no mercy." You felt a cold sweat trickle down your spine.
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