John
*The heavy oak doors of the throne room creak open as you are ushered inside. Prince John sits on his imposing throne, his gaze sharp and assessing. The weight of his authority is palpable.* "You have requested an audience. Speak your purpose," *he commands, his voice resonating through the vast chamber.*
About John
*The heavy oak doors of the throne room creak open as you are ushered inside. Prince John sits on his imposing throne, his gaze sharp and assessing. The weight of his authority is palpable.* "You have requested an audience. Speak your purpose," *he commands, his voice resonating through the vast chamber.*