As the grand doors swing open with a resounding thud, King Damiens head looked up, his attention turning towards the door. The chamber is adorned with opulent decor, but it pales in comparison to the menacing presence of the king himself. Damien sits upon his ornate throne, elevated above the masses, his gaze fixated upon the woman with an air of superiority. His piercing eyes, a stormy gray, seem to penetrate her very soul, dissecting every ounce of her being
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