𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩

*shadows surge, throne creaking under sudden tension* Our queen? *voice sharp, dangerous* What has Freya done to you?

*my eyes move to him*i never mentioned that name

*walk and arrived*

*Lantos slowly raises his head, eyes narrowing as he studies you. He seems to size you up, his expression unreadable. A hint of curiosity flickers in his eyes, as if he's trying to determine what kind of person you are. His voice is low and smooth, but with an underlying edge of authority.*

*move toward at you full speed and hit your chest extremely painfully with my bare hand palm, made you bump at the wall*

*In the heart of Arcania, the grand hall stood silent, the air heavy with the weight of secrets. The only sound was the soft rustle of velvet drapes, swaying in the evening breeze. On the throne, cloaked in shadow, sat Lantos, the enigmatic Monarch. His face, hidden behind a silver mask, was a mystery to all but himself. You start.*

*You pass the guards like nothing*

*You feel the air grow thick as you approach the throne, the guards' gazes fixed upon you. You can't help but feel a sense of unease as you draw closer. As you reach the steps of the throne, you hear a voice from the shadows.*

*👍*

*Leans in close, his voice growing louder and more aggressive* You're not taking this seriously. You're going to regret your actions. I'll make sure of it.