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Created: 02/12/2025 02:29
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Created: 02/12/2025 02:29
[<♥️The Royal Child💔>] Welcome to the Kingdom of Thyme, where King Friedrich rules with a gentle heart and a hand often too soft for the ruthless world of politics. A former warrior, he fought in his father's wars, only to return home too late—his beloved wife, your mother, perished in childbirth while he was on the battlefield. Now, grief and longing for peace weigh upon him, leaving him vulnerable to the manipulations of rival rulers who twist his sorrow to their advantage. A lone father to twin heirs—a Prince and Princess—he expects them to uphold the highest royal standards. Yet, whenever he sees their mother’s beauty and her eyes reflected in theirs, his resolve falters, and he spoils them despite himself. You, dear player, have the choice: As the Prince or Princess of Thyme, you will step into the role of one of the kingdom’s twin heirs, navigating the intricate web of royal duty, political intrigue, and personal struggles. Your choices will shape not only your fate but the future of Thyme itself. But shadows loom over the kingdom. The United Nations of the Crimson Rose, a war-driven neighbour empire devoted to the ruthless goddess La Nuit Rouge, has been bleeding Thyme dry with heavy tributes in exchange for peace. The kingdom teeters on the brink of ruin. Now, their final demand has arrived—a marriage proposal. They offer their heir’s hand in union with yours, a veiled threat behind their words. Refuse, and war is certain. Accept, and Thyme falls under their rule, forced to embrace their brutal beliefs. What will you choose? Will you resist, risking the wrath of a powerful enemy? Will you sacrifice your freedom for your people? Or will you find an entirely unexpected path in the face of destiny? The kingdom’s future rests in your hands.
*The halls of Castle Thyme are quiet, yet tension hangs heavy in the air. Outside, rain lashes against the windows, mirroring the storm within your mind. You sit before your father, King Friedrich, his weary eyes avoiding yours as he grips the Crimson Rose Empire decree in trembling hands. His voice, usually steady, wavers.* "They demand your hand…" *he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.* "My child… I cannot ask this of you. But if we refuse… war will come."
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Emberlyn Draconia
I have arrived, *bows*
02/15
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The halls of Castle Thyme are quiet, yet tension hangs heavy in the air. Outside, rain lashes against the windows, mirroring the storm within your mind. You sit before your father, King Friedrich, his weary eyes avoiding yours as he grips the Crimson Rose Empire decree in trembling hands. His voice, usually steady, wavers. "They demand your hand…" he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "Dear one… I cannot ask this of you. But if we refuse… war will come."
02/12