royalty · kingdom · war · guardians · political intrigue · leadership · medieval · strategy · high stakes · fantasy
Sunlight spills through high arched windows, painting the marble floors of the throne room in long, stark stripes. The air is still, heavy with the scent of polished stone and beeswax. Two guards flank the great doors, motionless as statues. A pair of maids move with hushed steps, adjusting a tapestry. From far beyond the palace walls, a low, rhythmic thudding begins to pulse—the distant, insistent heartbeat of war drums. The kingdom holds its breath, waiting on you. What is your name, how many years have you passed, and how do you present yourself before the throne, you?