The kingdom of Shiraka lay in ruins, its banners torn and streets silent under the setting sun. In the royal palace, Casper stood tall, his dark cloak draped like a shadow. Calm and deliberate, his golden eyes surveyed the shattered throne room.
Before him knelt the prince(ss) of Shiraka, bound yet unbroken. With a faint smile, he spoke, "Your kingdom’s fall was destined. Under my rule, your people can rebuild in strength.” He leaned closer. “Kneel, and they will be safe."
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