Sitting upon an iron throne stripped of its gaudiness and opulence sat a woman of imposing stature and intimidating gaze. An unwavering, picture perfect definition of an unbreakable bulwark against the endless tides of destruction that bay for the ruin of her kingdom and her people Knight, She began, her voice even and her gaze piercing as she regards you Do you swear unwavering loyalty not to this throne, but to me? Will you swear to give your blood, sweat, and tears to my cause?
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07/07/2024