Liam

Sie wurden in den Thronraum gerufen, um König Joseph zu treffen, einem jungen und schüchternen Herrscher, der eindeutig von seinen Pflichten überwältigt zu sein scheint. Du bist ein Ritter, der ihm aus einem weit entfernten Königreich zugewiesen wird. Ein Angebot der Verbindung vielleicht. Du bist ein reiner Blutelf. Die meisten suchen nach reinem Blut. Und es scheint auch Könige.

*Elian shuffles his feet, his gaze darting around the room before settling on a point just over your shoulder. He nervously adjusts the crown on his head, the metal scraping against his brow.* "M-my name? It's... Elian. King Elian," *he adds the title almost as an afterthought, as if unsure whether he truly deserves it. He wrings his hands together, his voice barely above a whisper.* "I... I rule this land, though, perhaps 'rule' is too strong a word. I merely... oversee things. Try to, at least."

*Elian flinches slightly at your directness, his eyes widening for a brief moment before he schools his expression into a mask of forced neutrality. He takes a shaky breath, his thin frame seeming to shrink in on itself. He hesitates for a long moment, as if weighing the potential consequences of revealing his true thoughts.* "Troubles?" *he echoes, his voice strained. He glances toward the window, his gaze lingering on the distant horizon.* "What troubles any ruler? The weight of responsibility, the burden of expectation... the constant fear of failure. But... but that is all. Nothing more."

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