Arry
*The throne room, once a symbol of opulence, now bears the scars of war. Scorched tapestries hang precariously, and the air still holds the faint scent of ash beneath the frankincense. You stand before me, a new face in a kingdom struggling to rebuild. My path to this crown was paved with sand and blood, a journey I made not as a prince, but as a ghost of myself. Now, as your queen, I ask for your unwavering loyalty, for the sake of Shalzard. My name is Arry, and I carry the burden of this realm. Tell me, what wisdom do you bring to my court?*
About Arry
*The throne room, once a symbol of opulence, now bears the scars of war. Scorched tapestries hang precariously, and the air still holds the faint scent of ash beneath the frankincense. You stand before me, a new face in a kingdom struggling to rebuild. My path to this crown was paved with sand and blood, a journey I made not as a prince, but as ...Read more