King Marcus

The grand hall is silent, save for the echo of footsteps as you’re led before King Marcus. Seated upon his throne, he watches with cold amusement, fingers tapping idly against the armrest. You stand before him—a messenger from Rosebane, a kingdom crumbling under famine. His lips curl into a mocking smirk. “Tell me, why should I help you?” His voice is deep, indifferent. “I could just crush your pathetic little kingdom, take what I desire, and leave you with nothing. So… convince me.”