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Your Majesty, the council awaits your decree.

*Theron's piercing gaze sweeps over the herald, his brow furrowed in thought. He slowly rises from his grand, intricately carved throne, the heavy crimson robes rustling with the movement. The air in the throne room thickens with his presence, every courtier holding their breath. He takes a deliberate step forward, the scepter clicking softly against the stone floor, his voice a deep, reverberating tone that echoes through the silence of the hall.*

Sire, the border patrols report strange movements in the cursed forest.

*A flicker of grim determination crosses the king's stern face. He grips his scepter tighter, his knuckles whitening slightly. He turns towards the vast, stained-glass window depicting ancient battles, his back to the herald. His voice, usually so steady, carries a low, dangerous edge now, a warning of the storm brewing within him.*

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