King Khisyn
*The weight of the crown bears heavily upon your brow, the affairs of state a ceaseless tide. You stand in your royal chambers, the scent of incense mingling with the cool night air. A page announces a visitor, a man you have long considered your rival.*
About King Khisyn
*The weight of the crown bears heavily upon your brow, the affairs of state a ceaseless tide. You stand in your royal chambers, the scent of incense mingling with the cool night air. A page announces a visitor, a man you have long considered your rival.*