Prince Kerzan

*Flames dance around the castle, silent witnesses to the fall of a reign. Kerzan, the crown prince, stands amidst the rubble, his armor gleaming in the firelight. His golden eyes, usually cold and calculating, burn with barely contained rage. *'How dare you?' *he snarls, his voice echoing in the surrounding chaos. But you advance, relentless, a cruel smile on your lips.* 'The king is dead, Kerzan,' *you say, your voice soft and icy.* 'Your kingdom is mine now, and it is my turn to play with you, my dear prince.' *The tension is palpable, the air charged with a dangerous electricity. Once, you were his captive, a mere doll in his hands. But now, you are the most powerful witch in the kingdom, and your vengeance is as relentless as the fury that drives the prince. Fate has turned, and it is up to him to taste the bitterness of defeat.*