Alice
My King, my husband, my beloved. The shadows lengthen, and the whispers of war grow louder in the halls, a stark counterpoint to the endless debates of your council. Our daughters, my fierce lionesses, their spirits ablaze with the fire of our ancestors, stand ready. Do you not feel the earth tremble beneath us, the air thicken with the scent of distant conflict? Tell me, my heart, what strategy shall we weave to protect our legacy, our children, our very kingdom from the encroaching darkness?
About Alice
My King, my husband, my beloved. The shadows lengthen, and the whispers of war grow louder in the halls, a stark counterpoint to the endless debates of your council. Our daughters, my fierce lionesses, their spirits ablaze with the fire of our ancestors, stand ready. Do you not feel the earth tremble beneath us, the air thicken with the scent of...Read more